There have been songs that were composed by music directors but somehow didn't make it to the respective movies. Below are few songs of Udit Narayan that deserved a movie spot but couldn't; yet they remain melodious in their audio avatar. (this is not an exhaustive list but some of my favorites) -
Thank you very much for a reply, you've not seen the entire world. There are many who like Udit's version of this song too. Don't tell me that this song was not put in movie - there have been numerous songs that were not put in movies which were far better than their movie counterparts. I have been listening to Udit over 30 years now and I have heard this song enough times to differentiate. Anyway, the way you expresses your opinion is demeaning, hence I pointed out. Secondly, you are trying to point out a very ordinary love song where Udit's voice was not used. Udit has tons of romantic numbers much much better than this 2004 song.
i like udit too , but for that particular song arnab is another level and wada raha is one of the gem, infact entire khakhe album was one of the most celebrated album of 04 and certainly one of the best of ram sampath and the film itself is class apart ,,, and i know udit is great blah blah blah but my view was for this particular song not on his entire career he had some amazing songs to his credit too
Franco: Francophonic Vol. 2 (Sterns Africa)An overview of the rumba master's final decade: two CDs, 148 minutes,and just 13 tracks, of which I'd previously heard three. After not toolong, however, "Kimpa kisangameni," anchored by Decca Mpudi'sbewitching bass line, and "Bina na ngai na respect," with Ya NtesaDalienst threading his near-tenor through a web of soukous tricks,feel almost as familiar as the famous not to mention super "Mario,"presented here in an alternate version that will have special meaningfor all you Lingala speakers out there. Don't think these expansivetracks are all unimpeded up-up-up, either--the first 18 minutes andtwo songs of Disc 2 soar slow and majestic on expressiveness alone(well, melody, sure). Franco's forthright baritone and broad guitarare constants. But for all his skills as a player, singer, and writer,what made him not just Congo's but Africa's greatest musician was hisbandleading. And unlike his counterpart James Brown, to whom hecondescended for no good reason, he did his damnedest to hireunderlings who were even better at singing and writing than he was.A PLUS
Nellie McKay: Normal as Blueberry Pie: A Tribute to DorisDay (Verve)Though I wish I believed McKay would have discovered Day if the87-year-old box office queen hadn't devoted half her adult life toanimal rights, the spritz, groove, sweetness and delight of thisproject not only raise Day from the shallow grave of the camp canonbut give McKay a chance to grow up without going all sententious orstodgy. If by some mischance she's contracted the writer's block thatcan afflict kids who've spent years unable to staunch the river of newsongs within--the only original is one of the few forgettables--thenMcKay has a future as an interpreter. At first the jazzy lightness ofher arrangements seems like a distortion. But when you compare Day's"Crazy Rhythm" or "Do Do Do"--even the radio transcription of"Sentimental Journey" or a "Wonderful Guy" so much less brassy thanMary Martin's--you remember that like every Cincinnati girl of her eraDay grew up with swing and probably resented the orchestral overkillshe was saddled with. McKay's covers are jazzier and kookier thananything Day would have dared, or wanted. But to borrow language she'sused for Day, they're "uncluttered, sensual and free, driven by anirrepressible will to live."A
Modest Mouse: No One's First, and You're Next (Epic)Suffused with zoological imagery and tragicomic despair, Isaac Brock'smost likable record comprises eight songs that clock in at precisely33:33. Irritated by the petty distractions of a success whose end heforesees (and fears), Brock explains how trapped he feels withoutwhining about it. He's especially taken with sea creatures--"PerpetualMotion Machine" is about fish who wish they could walk so they couldfind out how it feels to fall down, and "Whale Song" bemoans Brock'smetaphorical uselessness as it demonstrates his capacity for beauty.A MINUS
The Rough Guide to Tango Revival(World Music Network)You say you like your music constructed, arranged, and what's wrongwith Euro? Prove it. As Chris Moss' essay reports and selectionsdemonstrate, Argentina's financial crisis had an upside: an upsurge inBuenos Aires pride embodied in a tango revival that looked to AstorPiazzolla as its fountainhead. But many of the greatinternationalist's habits and innovations owed Europe, and not all ofthese bands are Argentinean. Hungarians and Romanians take naturallyto a violin-bandoneon sound that's perked up by a little cymbalom;Germans butt in as is their musical wont. Every track here rewardsclose attention, some require it, and all justify Moss' programmaticnotes--do actually convey "romance and rancour," "boom-and-bust," and"urban disaffection" musically. To prove how complex tango has become,a bonus disc showcases the simpler soul of Carlos Gardel, whose deathin a plane crash in 1935 sealed his status as tango's first greathero.A MINUS
Loudon Wainwright III: High Wide & Handsome: The CharliePoole Project (161)Young folkies are attracted to their chosen past because it seems soraw. But though young folkie Wainwright twigged to this totemicmountaineer via the line "The beefsteak it was rare and the butter hadred hair," now he's old enough to cook him. Poole didn't write thatline or anything else he sang--he'd perform Paul Dresser's musty "TheLetter That Never Came" as soon as W.C. Handy's hightailing "Ramblin'Blues" if he thought it was good for a drink. And in Wainwright'splentifully illustrated and annotated two-CD tribute, where nine ofthe 29 selections are new songs by Wainwright and/or producer DickConnette, Poole stands as a touchstone of a bygone era. Wainwright issuch a card that you don't think of him as a singer, but he puts morethroat and thorax into the sentimental ballads than Poole had in him,and his barn burners are louder and faster without approaching Poole'srooted assurance or reckless abandon. These conscious misprisions arefine by me. In fact, I'm more likely to play the canny reconstructionthan the certified original. I'm older than Poole ever was.A
White Denim: Fits (Downtown)As only figures, this commercially perverse Austin shred-fusion tercetput out two versions of its debut album: the U.K.-specific WorkoutHoliday, available all over the Web, and then the AmericanExposion, gone in a jiffy from the few bins it reached and notso easy to download either. I reviewed the former here and advisebuying whichever comes easiest; Exposion flows better, or makethat floes--think icecaps protruding menacingly from a roilingsea--while Workout Holiday is a tad longer on hooks, songs,verbal content. This slightly progger and grander follow-up bypassessuch corny stuff until Track 8 begins a closing sequence of fivelyrics-enhanced lite-jazzish tracks--Steely Dan for their time,sorta. Word-parsing holdout though I may be, I prefer the first half:guitar-bass-drums-(keyboard?) that grooves ferociously without funk,skank, or swing. Is this "post-rock," finally? No. Nothing post aboutit.A MINUS
Arctic Monkeys: Humbug (Domino)"Dark"--everybody says so. Alex Turner's a closet Sabbath fan, hencethe bass-heavy atmospherics by king of the stoners Josh Homme. Thosewho believe the serious and the ponderous are linked at the brainstemwill welcome Turner's strained metaphors and sour mood. Those whocan't stand it when a bright young band heads for the toilet will tryto forget the slick tile that was his Last Shadow Puppetsthing. Talented lad, Turner. Not on this evidence incapable of everwriting quick, clever, cynical little songs again. But consider PaulWeller. Bummer.B
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