Spotted Dove

Streptopelia chinensis

Eurasian Spoonbill

Platalea leucorodia

Green Bee-eater

Merops orientalis

Yellow and Black Potter Wasp

Hebbal Lake Park. 8th Oct 2008

Jimmy Page and "The Aerial"

Gibson EDS 1275, The epitome of electric guitars. Popularized by the Lord himself- Jimmy Page. The EDS 1275 played its significant role in the splendid journey of Stairway to Heaven.
A double necked guitar in the hands of the maestro,was used so that he would not have to pause when switching from a six to a twelve string guitar. Other instances in which he used it on stage were for performances of songs such as "The Song Remains The Same", "Gallows Pole" and "The Rain Song", as can be seen in the Led Zeppelin concert film The Song Remains the Same. Page used the EDS-1275 for live performances almost exclusively, rather than in the studio.

At the beginning of "Stairway to Heaven", he used the bottom 6-string neck for the intro and first verse. He then switched to the top 12-string neck for the first bridge, second through fourth verses and bridges, the fifth verse and the interlude. He used the 6-string neck for the extended guitar solo, and the final chorus were then played with the upper 12-string neck.
Page's EDS-1275 has a slightly different body shape to the current model, as the shape has changed slowly over the years as with other Gibsons such as the SG Standard. The model also features one-piece mahogany necks rather than the current three-piece maple, and has tailpieces positioned near the bottom of the body and PAF humbucking pickups.
Gibson has recently released a Jimmy Page Signature EDS-1275 model. Gibson released Jimmy Page Signature Les Paul which was discontinued in 1999, then released another version in 2004, which has also been discontinued. The 2004 version included 25 guitars signed by Page, 150 aged by a former Gibson employee (an acknowledged aging 'master'), and 840 'unlimited' production guitars. The Jimmy Page Signature EDS-1275 has been produced by Gibson. Recently, Gibson reproduced Page's 1960 Les Paul Black Beauty, the one stolen from him in 1970, with modern modifications. This guitar will be sold in 2008 with a run of 25, again signed by Page, plus an additional 500 unsigned guitars.
Page's guitar tech also added a ground connection between the jack and the 6-string tailpiece, in order to reduce hum. Before that, the guitar gained the nickname "The Aerial" (a British term for "Antenna"), for its ability to pick up all sorts of hum and radio frequency interference.
Thus, truly the EDS 1275, is by far the most splendid and beautiful guitars created by the Gibson Co. that carries one back in time to the era of The Led Zeppelin!!!

This below,is the link to Jimmy Page’s double necked guitar website.

http://www.gibson.com/jimmypage/

Cuts like a Knife

As I sit down to pen those lost thoughts,
those riddles that were never answered.
Just like this color sinks into this blank sheet of paper,
The days gone by leaves everlasting scars,
Scars that I’m struggling to wash away.
I look into myself, the hollow void space within,
Where it is raining.
Rain falls on those cold, frosted dark stones,
never kissed by the mighty oceans,
Though they lay motionless on the silver sand of the shore.
A fragile, frail figure treads upon
these emotionless stones, with bare feet cold and blue.
The cold melancholy of the wind
plays a forlorn tune as this spirit walks on by.
A pair of placid gray eyes,
cast it’s empty gaze upon the ray of light
from the candle that shines in the frozen hands of…

The thoughts are lost once again.
I could vividly see the spirit struggling
to hold the candle aloft, burning in the wretched rain.
His heart, yearning for something unknown.
Sorrow, so deep and pain, so grave.
The candle burnt low, but flames blazed within him,
Engulfing him in a fever of spite.
He burns in his solitude,
Solitude, which he once cherished,
Solitude, that I now loathe.
A shattered life, turning into a carnival of rust.
In this carnival, a showman,
a cursed soul tired of trying to catch
these razor edged rain drops
falling from those enraged skies.
Another who never dared to speak the unspoken.
When these eyes close in a moment of seclusion,
I realize, I feed the rain.

Dance in big red boots

I wake up in the midst of a weary night,

Startled for reasons unknown.

The wretched cold winter wind blazing away to glory,

beating against a hapless window

of my hazy room.

I run up to put the window off its misery

And my pair of sleepy eyes catches

a glimpse of a strange weathered figure

walking with feet so heavy,

but not the faintest whisper of footsteps.

His shadow, humongous

under the silver moonlight.

He stops in his path and…

Nothing…

He just stands there, with a ghastly

smile on a painted face.

A single expression drawn on

that skin never revealed.

Within, a million emotions

etched on his heart’s headstone.

Feelings, curbed for ages unknown,

Forced to take refuge in his frozen blood.

His soul lamenting under

the widespread oak that drowns

him in eternal darkness.

All he can hear are dirges,

sang years ago;

When he lost his reason to

shimmer under the beaming spotlight.

He lay motionless,

Fighting demons in his head.

An asylum harboring the

the wrath that shuddered Hades;

Conflicting worlds colliding,

in a restrained pool of sophism,

tearing up the soul within.

A bottle of Vodka still lodged in his head.

A bad medicine, that hosts a requiem,

playing minstrel in the gallery of fears.

A dawdling figure resisting

a place in the books of history.

Forgotten by blossoming generations.

Through the surrendering light

of the moon that seeps through

the dense tattered blue leaves;

An elegant face, painted white,

with a red tacky smile, a waived gaze,

Dilated pupils, silently illuminated.

A face so familiar, no illusion to lose;

And before I scratch my head to bethink,

I recognize him!

The Clown of Neverland.