THE HAUNTING AND EERIE MELODIES FROM PANPIPES - CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL
Above: This Bolivian is playing a DOUBLE decker. --requires talent!
I fell in love with panpipes when I stayed for two months at Trogir ( near Split Croatia ) , before taking delivery of a brand new Chemical tanker.
In the evening myself and my Canadian Chief Engineer used to walk down from our hotel , to the riviera, a 10 minute stroll.
The whole area used to be crowded chock-a-block with tourists from Europe and Scandinavia ( May and June vacation season ). Tourists come all the way by chartered buses from as far way as Estonia.
There we used to walk past the well lit seafront at 8 PM with thousands of tourists who have come to this summer get away resort, to enjoy. Girls are all in skimpy dresses, as it is warm.
The best yachts you can ever see used to be lined up at the berth.
Our daily routine was-- to have a couple of beers have a nice heavy dinner, and go back to our hotel, from where the seafront was just 30 metres away.
The sea water is so clear, blue and salty there. The dense sea water allows you to lie down and float.
Before going for dinner, we used to stop at a place where two Bolivians from the Andes played the panpipes. They were professionals, and they come here every year, to mint money.
After a few days I noticed that I was the most honored man in the audience. The moment the musician duo saw us coming they would wave out to me. And in between the songs , they used to make it a point to exchange small talk with me.
One day while having our beers,I asked my Chief Engineer "Why do the Bolivians like me so much?"
At the time the Norwegian Framo Engineer who was a guest on our boozing up table asked " Captain have you not noticed that you are the ONLY dark skinned man on the seafront for the past month ? As you walk past everybody keeps looking at you ".
My chief Engineer agreed " Yes, sometimes I used to feel jealous, why all are keep staring at Captain and not at me"
And then I reminisced --yes-- he was right-- every single soul was white , except me , in fact in the whole of Trogir. This area was an expensive one, and only rich white tourists came here.
In the shipyard my nickname was SANDOKAN, behind my back . Apparently he was supposed to be a dark skinned pirate.
I guess , Capt Jack Sparrow ( Johnny Depp ) never came anywhere close to Sandokan, in revving the motors of the European women-- red hot-- forcing them to lift their hood..
Capt Jack Sparrow was only for boy kids.
Anyway, the day the Bolivians went back home to their beloved Andes, having made their dough, they gave me an expensive panpipe at a discount.
Cant imagine , CIA trained the GREEN BERETS to smoke out Che Guevara in these rugged parts.
Some woman in a farm who gave him some eggs, sneaked . Even today CIA does NOT accept their part in this capture of a legend.
I would like all of you to read this post SPIRIT AND CHE GUEVARA- VADAKAYIL. Punch this into Google search.
Only one in a BILLION can be a Che Guevara.
Well , well, what do you know?
I tried playing that huge panpipe -- I never could. Then I forgot to bring it home, --for I forgot to put it into my suitcase when I signed off the ship.
Even today , one of my elusive dreams is to be a HAUNTING panpipe player who can hold an entire audience in a trance.
Nobody will even dare to breathe hard -- such is the magic. Here there is NO waving hands, and all that nonsense. All will be still, misty eyed and flush faced.
People listen, spellbound.
ENJOY!
Above-Gheorghe Zamfir - Dont cry for me Argentina ( I dedicate this to Che Guevara)
STAND ASIDE EVITA DEAR ! THESE LYRICS SOUND BETTER FOR A HERO BY THE NAME OF CHE GUEVARA!!
Above: This Bolivian is playing a DOUBLE decker. --requires talent!
I fell in love with panpipes when I stayed for two months at Trogir ( near Split Croatia ) , before taking delivery of a brand new Chemical tanker.
In the evening myself and my Canadian Chief Engineer used to walk down from our hotel , to the riviera, a 10 minute stroll.
The whole area used to be crowded chock-a-block with tourists from Europe and Scandinavia ( May and June vacation season ). Tourists come all the way by chartered buses from as far way as Estonia.
There we used to walk past the well lit seafront at 8 PM with thousands of tourists who have come to this summer get away resort, to enjoy. Girls are all in skimpy dresses, as it is warm.
The best yachts you can ever see used to be lined up at the berth.
Our daily routine was-- to have a couple of beers have a nice heavy dinner, and go back to our hotel, from where the seafront was just 30 metres away.
The sea water is so clear, blue and salty there. The dense sea water allows you to lie down and float.
Before going for dinner, we used to stop at a place where two Bolivians from the Andes played the panpipes. They were professionals, and they come here every year, to mint money.
After a few days I noticed that I was the most honored man in the audience. The moment the musician duo saw us coming they would wave out to me. And in between the songs , they used to make it a point to exchange small talk with me.
One day while having our beers,I asked my Chief Engineer "Why do the Bolivians like me so much?"
At the time the Norwegian Framo Engineer who was a guest on our boozing up table asked " Captain have you not noticed that you are the ONLY dark skinned man on the seafront for the past month ? As you walk past everybody keeps looking at you ".
My chief Engineer agreed " Yes, sometimes I used to feel jealous, why all are keep staring at Captain and not at me"
And then I reminisced --yes-- he was right-- every single soul was white , except me , in fact in the whole of Trogir. This area was an expensive one, and only rich white tourists came here.
In the shipyard my nickname was SANDOKAN, behind my back . Apparently he was supposed to be a dark skinned pirate.
I guess , Capt Jack Sparrow ( Johnny Depp ) never came anywhere close to Sandokan, in revving the motors of the European women-- red hot-- forcing them to lift their hood..
Capt Jack Sparrow was only for boy kids.
Anyway, the day the Bolivians went back home to their beloved Andes, having made their dough, they gave me an expensive panpipe at a discount.
Cant imagine , CIA trained the GREEN BERETS to smoke out Che Guevara in these rugged parts.
Some woman in a farm who gave him some eggs, sneaked . Even today CIA does NOT accept their part in this capture of a legend.
I would like all of you to read this post SPIRIT AND CHE GUEVARA- VADAKAYIL. Punch this into Google search.
Only one in a BILLION can be a Che Guevara.
Well , well, what do you know?
Below the bones of Che Guevara , sans hands exhumed after 30 years . Che’s hands were chopped off by CIA and sent to Fidel Castro in Formaldehyde, just to taunt him.
Gary Prado, the captain who commanded the Bolivian Ranger company that captured Che, and who later rose to the rank of general, insisted for years that the body had been cremated and the ashes scattered in the jungle.
Jubilation erupted when the handless body was exhumed. There will never ever be such a rapturous occasion again-- on this planet.
In the dead of night , a convoy of 10 vehicles made a five-hour, 150-mile dash at breakneck speeds along treacherous mountain roads to transfer the remains to the provincial capital of Santa Cruz—as if they were in a race rally.
Such was the passion the bones of Che generated.
There, the handless remains were quickly identified.
The excavated teeth perfectly matched a plaster mold of Che's teeth made in Havana before he left for the Congo so that he could be identified if he died in combat.
I tried playing that huge panpipe -- I never could. Then I forgot to bring it home, --for I forgot to put it into my suitcase when I signed off the ship.
Even today , one of my elusive dreams is to be a HAUNTING panpipe player who can hold an entire audience in a trance.
Nobody will even dare to breathe hard -- such is the magic. Here there is NO waving hands, and all that nonsense. All will be still, misty eyed and flush faced.
People listen, spellbound.
ENJOY!
Above--how to play it--tutorial.
Above-Gheorghe Zamfir - Einsamer Hirte
STAND ASIDE EVITA DEAR ! THESE LYRICS SOUND BETTER FOR A HERO BY THE NAME OF CHE GUEVARA!!
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They are not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don't cry for me Argentina
Above-- David Döring---You raise me up
Above- Lara's theme ( Dr Zhivago )
Above- Titanic ( Intimidating-- YIKES!!!!! )
Above- I have a dream ( ABBA-- close your eyes and put head phones on )
Panpipe is based on the principle of the closed tube, consisting usually of five or more pipes of gradually increasing length (and, at times, girth).
The pan flute's tubes are stopped at one end, at which the standing wave is reflected giving a note an octave lower than that produced by an open pipe of equal length..
After every song they tune the pipes electronically , by dropping a small ball into one of the tubes.
The pan flute is played by blowing horizontally across the open end against the sharp inner edge of the pipes.
They use the technique of both tilting the pipes and jaw movement, thus reducing the size of the pipe's opening and producing a change in pitch.
An advanced player can play any scale and in any key. There are two styles of vibrato possible, hand vibrato and breath vibrato.
In hand vibrato, the player applies a gentle motion to one end of the pan flute (usually the high end) in much the same way as the violin vibrato is achieved by rocking the hand from the wrist.
Breath vibrato is the same technique used by players of the flute and other woodwinds by use of the player's diaphragm.
Below:--The cosmic mind of Shiva-- Grace and peace!
CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL
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