Joinery

I like saying Joinery and l like to listen to music

As long as there is a melodious baseline about madness or heartbreak, I am fine with a song/track. I try to collect music for my selfish ears because it is the only thing that is keeping me from being clinically insane. A few hours ago, I came across Ghar from Bharat Chauhan and I have been listening to it, rewind kar kar ke (on the loop).

The song could come across as a bit broken. When I heard it for the first time, to my cynical ears and permanently raised right eyebrow, it felt that the song was not loyal to its meter. Then Bharat made me forget everything. I like that he whispers a word or two to accommodate the feeling, meter be damned.

I stopped getting close to the music scene circa 2020. I actively sought disconnection from everything and everyone. I have achieved Olympic gold level of disconnection but it has come with a cost of me losing the fabulous music that used to be thrown my way, by my fellow crackpots. I started streaming music in 2025 and I have depended on Youtube music for everything and it suggested I hear this song tonight. I don’t care what Bharat’s views are on anything, what he eats or if he shares his instagram/gram/insta whatever it is called these days.

I came across a song that sounds imperfect. I liked it.

Some days ago, a damn good substack reminded me about kintsugi. You will hear wherever the song/singing goes haywire (in terms of ‘traditional’ way of song singing/writing), a loss filled joinery holding it together in all its imperfection. That joinery of loss is not to hide the cracks, that joinery is the whole point.

Have at it and I am sorry if this is old news for you. This is new to me and even as I type this, late at night in some godforsaken place, I thank God music exists.