Mike, no doubt Love Charger is one of the catchiest tunes in
the 21st Century. It lost the
Grammy a couples year back in a squeaker to Pharrell Williams’ “Happy”. Must have bribed the Academy.
On the other side of the arti warp speed, is the first time
I laid eyes on that blissful beggar, Mahatma Fakiranand back in the Concord,
Mass ashram after his speech at MIT. He
had nothing on his agenda the rest of the week except PUJA. He had all night to sing that ditty, and all
night it almost took. A slow funeral
dirge was the way he sang it. With
little symbols, he accompanied himself.
His bliss was off the charts. He smelled like I don’t know what. His tilak and pink robes and shaved head and
buck teeth so mesmerizing.
But gimme “Da Lub Charger” any day.
Like you say, heaing arti everywhere in India over broken, crackling 60
year old speakers throughout the land was bizarre for me when I first went
there. They can keep India over there and
leave me alone. Meditation and Yoga have
so invaded our culture and been accepted by the majority. I’m in the minority.
