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The mother-son duo of Kavita and Kanishk Seth have reinvented Sufi music for the modern audience. TheyreleasedTrance with Khusrow, the world's first Sufi-Electronic/Trance album that was nominated alongside A R Rahmans album in the best fusion category at the Great Indian Music Academy Awards in 2015. Kanishk and mom Kavita Seth have been collaborating for over a decade and the music they produce is soul-stirring. After the success of their last single, Rangi Saari which got over 1.5 million hits on YouTube, the team is back with a new single, Ki Jaana, which marries electronic beats with Bulleshahs popular poetry. Kanishk shares more about his partnership with his mother as a musicianand how they have struck a balance between contemporary music and ancient texts. Excerpts:

Your mother is one of the most acclaimed Sufi singers and musicians, what is the musical exchange when you are working with her?

My mother and I have been collaborating since I was 14-years-old. Our first collaboration was the world's first Sufi-Electronic album - Trance With Khusrow. It took almost 4 years to produce and was later released through Sony Music India in 2014 and the album was also nominated at G.I.M.A in the Best Fusion Category, alongside A R Rahman! We have developed a unique relationship since the beginning of my musical journey. Its really interesting because our dynamics change frequently. When Im recording her vocals she often says that I am too stringent with her. And this is really funny because when it comes to anything apart from working on a song, its the opposite (laughs)!

Jokes aside, I think that collaborating in different ways has actually helped us develop transparency and trust in our relationship. I consider myself especially blessed because growing up, Id wake up to the sound of my mom doing riyaaz. So while I did absorb the nuances of Indian classical and Sufi music, I was also encouraged to explore other kinds of genres and that is how I stumbled upon the fusion that I now love - blending Indian Classical melodies with electronic music.

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Tell us about Ki Jaana.

Ki Jaana is a Punjabi sufi poem written by the poet Baba Bullehshah, blended with modern electronic music. With multiple lockdowns and everyone stuck indoors, I just wanted to create something that is positive and fun. Ki Jaana is about finding oneself and expressing love for the Almighty. When I was composing and producing this song, I was thinking of beautiful, bright pastel colours and a girl skateboarding between hills. And this was my reference to the Lebanon-based animator and illustrator, Dana Durr who created the songs visuals. And Im really happy with the way the video has turned out!

Technically speaking, balancing both genres is key for me, so I always make sure that I record one Indian or ethnic instrument in my songs. And in Ki Jaana, the mandolin is the lead instrument and brings a lot of colour to the song.

Why choose Bulleshah's classic poem?

There is something divine and uplifting about Baba Bullehshahs sufi poetry. When I read the poem, I instantly felt a connection as it gave me a sense of love and liberation.

What's next?

Its been a hectic but rewarding year. I just graduated from Berklee College of Music, Valencia. I finished my Master's degree there with an Outstanding Scholar Award which was such a pleasant surprise. I intend to go to Barcelona to celebrate this achievement and also perform at the City Hall of Barcelona. I am also excited to announce my upcoming EP - Surmayi that I will be releasing around September. Cant give out too many details yet but its going to be a treat for indie-electronic fans.

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Kanishk Seth on working with his mother Kavita Seth on their new single Ki Jaana - indulgexpress

LONDON All day, there had been noise. The songs had started early in the morning, as the first few hundred fans appeared on Wembley Way, flags fluttering from their backs. They had echoed through the afternoon, as first tens and then a hundred thousand more had joined them, as shattered glass crunched underfoot.

The songs started as soon as the train doors opened at the Wembley Park underground station, the paeans to Gareth Southgate and Harry Maguire, the renditions of Three Lions and Sweet Caroline, and they grew louder as the stadium appeared on the horizon, until it seemed as if they were emanating from the building itself.

Inside, the noise rang around, gathering force as it echoed back and forth when it seemed England was experiencing some sort of exceptionally lucid reverie: when Luke Shaw scored and the hosts led the European Championship final inside two minutes and everything was, after more than half a century, coming home.

There was noise as Italy scrapped and clawed its way back, taming Englands abandon and wresting control of the ball, Leonardo Bonuccis equalizer puncturing the national trance. That is what happens when individual nerves bounce around and collide with tens of thousands more nerves: the energy generated, at some atomic level, is transformed and released as noise.

There was noise before extra time, Wembley bouncing and jumping because, well, what else can you do? There was noise before the penalty shootout, the prospect that haunts England more than any other. It was a day of noise. It has been, over the last few weeks, as England has edged closer and closer to ending what it regards as its years of hurt, a month of noise.

What all of those inside Wembley will remember, though, the thing that will come back to them whenever they allow whenever they can allow their minds to flick back to this day, this moment, is not the noise but the sudden removal of it, the instant absence of it. No sound will echo for as long as that: the oppressive, overwhelming sound of a stadium, of a country, that had been dreaming, and now, started, had been awakened, brutally, into the cold light of day.

Solipsism does not fully explain Englands many and varied disappointments over the last 55 years, but it is certainly a contributory factor. Before every tournament, England asserts its belief that it is the team, the nation, that possesses true agency: the sense that, ultimately, whether England succeeds or fails will be down, exclusively, to its own actions. England is not beaten by an opponent; it loses by itself.

This, as it happens, may have been the first time that theory had the ring of truth. England hosted more games than any country in Euro 2020. Wembley was home to both the semifinals and the final. More important, Southgate had at his disposal a squad that was France apart, perhaps the envy of every other team here, a roster brimming with young talent, nurtured at club teams by the best coaches in the world. This was a tournament for England to win.

In that telling of Euro 2020, Italy was somewhere between a subplot and a supporting cast. That is the solipsism talking again, though. Perhaps this tournament was never about England, desperately seeking the moment of redemption it has awaited for so long. Perhaps the central character was Italy all along.

Italys journey does not have the grand historical sweep of Englands, of course it won the World Cup only 15 years ago, and that is not the only one in its cabinet but perhaps the story is actually about a country that did not even qualify for the World Cup in 2018, that seemed to have allowed its soccer culture to grow stale, moribund, that appeared to have been left behind. Instead, it has been transformed into a champion, once again, in the space of just three years.

Roberto Mancinis Italy has illuminated this tournament at every turn: through the verve and panache with which it swept through the group stage, and the grit and sinew with which it reached the final. And how, against a team with deeper resources and backed by a partisan crowd, it took control of someone elses dream.

In those first few minutes on Sunday at Wembley, when it felt as if England was in the grip of some mass out-of-body experience, as Leicester Square was descending into chaos and the barriers around Wembley were being stormed, again and again, by ticketless fans who did not want to be standing outside when history was being made, Italy might have been swept away by it all.

The noise and the energy made the stadium feel just a little wild, edgy and ferocious, and Mancinis team seemed to freeze. England, at times, looked as if it might overrun its opponent, as if its story was so compelling as to be irresistible. But slowly, almost imperceptibly, Italy settled. Marco Verratti passed the ball to Jorginho. Jorginho passed it back. Bonucci and his redoubtable partner, Giorgio Chiellini, tackled when things were present and squeezed space when they were not.

It felt England was losing the initiative, but really Italy was taking it. Federico Chiesa shot, low and fierce, drawing a save from Jordan Pickford. England sank back a little further. Italy scented blood. Bonucci tied the score, a scrambled sort of a goal, one borne more of determination than of skill, one befitting this Italys virtues perfectly.

Extra time loomed. Mancinis team would, whatever happened, make England wait. The clock ticked, and the prospect of penalties appeared on the horizon. For England, one last test, one last ghost to confront, and one last glimmer of hope. Andrea Belotti was the first to miss for Italy in the shootout. Wembley exulted. It roared, the same old combustion, releasing its nerves into the night sky.

All England had to do was score. It was, after two hours, after a whole month, after 55 years, the master of its destiny. It was, there and then, all about England. Marcus Rashford stepped forward. He had only been on the field for a couple of minutes, introduced specifically to take a penalty.

As he approached the ball, he slowed, trying to tempt Gianluigi Donnarumma, the Italian goalkeeper, into revealing his intentions. Donnarumma did not move. Rashford slowed further. Donnarumma stood still, calling his bluff. Rashford got to the ball, and had to hit it. He skewed it left. It struck the foot of the post. And in that moment, the spell, the trance that had consumed a country, was broken.

Jadon Sancho missed, too, his shot saved by Donnarumma. But so did Jorginho, Italys penalty specialist, when presented with the chance to win the game. For a moment, England had a reprieve. Perhaps its wait might soon be at an end. Perhaps the dream was still alive. Bukayo Saka, the youngest member of Southgates squad, walked forward. England had one more chance.

And then, just like that, it was over. There was still noise inside Wembley, from the massed ranks clad in blue at the opposite end of the field, pouring over each other in delight. But their noise seemed muffled, distant, as if it were coming from a different dimension, or from a future that we were not meant to know.

Italys players, European champions now, sank to their knees in disbelief, in delight. Englands players stared blankly out into the stadium, desolate and distraught, unable to comprehend that it was over, that the tournament in which everything changed had not changed the most important thing of all, that the wait goes on. And the stadium, after all that noise, after all those songs, after all those dreams, stood silent, dumbstruck, and stared straight back.

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Theres a coffeehouse not far from where I live in Oviedo. Its a chain coffeehouse, so if you know America, you know the coffeehouse I mean.

When Im downtown in Orlando, there are any number of excellent independent shops I like to support, but where I live, miles from the city, one neighbor has a horse and another keeps chickens. On cold nights, I hear the chickens clucking. On colder nights, my neighbor brings the chickens in.

Not much, then, in the way of coffee, except for the place by my house. Thats where I writeor wrotefive days a week. Before the arrival of COVID-19, I dropped my daughters off at school, then arrived at my coffeehouse by 9 a.m.

Kevin, the man who most days works the morning shift, would greet me. Kevin plays in a band. Ive never heard his music, and hes never read my books. Its not that kind of friendship. Which isnt to say that its a lesser friendship. Its a friendship that doesnt require admiration for one anothers art. Kevin makes my coffee. Sometimes I tip him extra. Sometimes my coffee is free, a perk that comes along with being a regular.

Before the pandemic, my office was the coffeehouse.

Then, most days, I get to workor got to workfinding a quiet corner, facing away from the windows and the rest of the customers, firing up my laptop, securing my noise-canceling headphones over my ears, and navigating to one of three audio recordings I keep bookmarked: bathroom fan, airplane hum, summer storm. The white noise blocks out coffee orders, background conversations, and the chug and hiss of the espresso machines. Within minutes, Im in a trance, the world falls away, and I can dream my way into fiction.

Most of my novel, Lake Life (published in paperback by Simon & Schuster last week), was written at this coffeehouse between the hours of 9 a.m. and 3 p.m., before I returned to my daughters school to bring them home for the day. Now, our home is their school, and my bedroom doubles as my office.

But before the pandemic, my office was the coffeehouse. There, I would drink two cups of coffee, maybe three, dark roast, with cream and a dash of sugar. I like bitter, and Ive always preferred strong coffee to lattes or cappuccinos that tend to be mostly milk.

After weeks spent on a 2016 book tour across Europe, I returned to Florida and, for a month, drank straight espresso. But I never found anything in Florida approaching the strength of the ristretto shots I grew fond of in Venice and Milan and Palermo. (This, I recognize, is a pretentious-sounding sentence. In truth, I havent traveled particularly widely, I just got lucky with my last book. And I dont drink dark, strong coffee to feel cool. Im decidedly un-cool. I rarely drink alcohol. I dont smoke. And, as a matter of fact, the darker the roast, the less caffeine the coffee has. I just happen to have a palate that favors bitter. Ill take dark chocolate over milk chocolate any day.)

When asked why I dont prefer writing at home or in the office that UCF provides, I have several answers. First, Im undisciplined. If Im home, there is the TV. There are walls of books. Theres the bed. Any number of things are more tempting than sitting down to write for hours. Once Ive started, found my way into a story, Im good, on taskbut resolving to sit down and write for the day, thats the hard part. At the coffeehouse, theres no TV, and I bring no books. I dont even activate the Wi-Fi, so as not to be distracted by Twitter or Facebooks endless scroll. No, if Im at the coffeehouse, I have one job, and I do it. After all, my afternoons and evenings are occupied by teaching, so if I dont write in the mornings, I dont write.

Then theres the coffee. Its always a little better at the coffeehouse than the coffee I make at home. I have a coffeemaker, a French press, and an overpriced espresso machine. I order the best beans. I grind them fresh. Still, I can never match what they do there.

What I miss most about my coffeehouse, though, isnt the coffee or the gift of a place to write. What I miss most, Ive discovered, is being with people. If its true that you can be lonely at a party thrown by friends just for you, its also true that you can feel loved surrounded by people you dont even know.

At the coffeehouse, once Ive finished talking to Kevin, even after Ive plugged in my laptop and turned my back to the crowd, theres a feeling that rises from the floor and tangles up in the rafters, a security that comes from being among others, as in church, each of us struggling in a job or a marriage or just trying to finish a novel, everyone alone, but together, a body of humans, breathing as one, warm, at once, all in one place.

Its been more than a year since I stopped going to the coffeehouse, and I have yet to return. The coffeehouse is open. Everything, where I live, opened up almost a year ago. But Im wary. Even masked and vaccinated, it will be some time before Im comfortable writing among others, breathing the same air. And this is a loss.

I miss Kevin. I miss the taste of coffee made the right way by pros who know what theyre doing. Over a year in quarantine, and my home brew still pales in comparison. Though, if nothing else, Ive proven to myself that I can write anywhere. A new book is finished, and another is underway, so all is not lost.

But Id trade this, the books and my newfound productivity, trade it in a second to return to a world pre-pandemic. To sit among strangers and friends, and strangers as friends, and feel safe. To not be afraid of my fellow humans.

David James Poissant is an associate professor at the University of Central Florida where he teaches in the MFA program in creative writing. He can be reached at [emailprotected].

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Visitors milling around the Great Court at Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire last Friday were caught off guard by the sound of a swelling chorus. A troupe of players who, moments before, had seemed like any other tourists there to discover the stately rooms and sprawling grounds of the Baroque countryside estate, broke out into a series of trance-like intonations: wow, ooh, wow, ooh.

For the audience invited to see the work of Berlin-based visual artist Tino Sehgal, the troupes movements around the courtyard might have evoked the nonsensical dadaist performance art of the interwar years. But I could also relate to the bemused expressions of unsuspecting visitors to the palace, who might more readily have related it to the carefully choreographed flash mobs that were popular marketing ploys in the early 2000s. Either way, it was all a bit weird.

Sehgal is revered in the art world for creating these kinds of scenes, which the 45-year-old artist calls constructed situations, designed to stir viewers out of passivity. His artistic practice eschews physical objects, relying on the human responses to these ephemeral live events. Once played out, there is no physical documentation of the work in the form of exhibition catalogues, video recordings, or photographs.

My basic premise is: Can you make an artwork without making an object? So why would I, on a secondary level, then make a photograph? Sehgal asked me, as we sat in a shade overlooking one of Blenheims manicured gardens.

Blenheim Park and Gardens. Landscaping by Capability Brown. Courtesy of Blenheim Art Foundation.

Even without the wristbands identifying us, you could pretty easily tell the art audience from those who had just stumbled upon the work. Only the latter group (the larger one) reflexively whipped out their cell phones to take pictures. Sehgal has given up trying to control this particular impulse from the public. I dont mind it if it is for their private use, Sehgal told me. Society has changed. When my work first started, mobile phones literally didnt even have a camera.

Sehgal, who is of German and Indian descent, has been exalted by many critics as among the greatest artists of his generation. In 2005, he was the youngest artist ever chosen to represent Germany at the Venice Biennale, for which he sent performers dressed as security guards pirouetting around visitors to the pavilion chanting, Ooh, this is so contemporary, contemporary, contemporary! He later won the Golden Lion for work included in the 2013 biennale.

His current exhibition, on view through August 15, was staged by the Blenheim Art Foundation, and blends elements of some of his past works with new scenes designed specifically to respond to the environment of the palace grounds. Sehgal was introduced to Blenheim in the spring because he was looking for a maze to site a project, one of the first initiatives organized as part of veteran gallerist Marian Goodmans nomadic exhibition program after closing her permanent London space, Marian Goodman Projects. As chance would have it, the art foundation did not have an exhibition scheduled for this summer, and Sehgal was suddenly invited to make a much larger project than he had initially envisioned, unfolding across the vast grounds of the estate.

Tino Sehgal in the grounds at Blenheim. Photo by Edd Horder. Courtesy of Blenheim Art Foundation.

It was really spontaneous, Sehgal told me. But Michael [Frahm, director of Blenheim Art Foundation] was adamant that he wanted to do it now after corona, and it made sense for me after we have been deprived of human interaction for so long.

Both Frahm and Sehgals main producer, Louise Hjer, were up for the sports-like challenge of pulling off the exhibition in just a few months.

After a long year distanced one from another, Tinos work feels more relevant than ever: bringing bodies together in space and calling attention to the fleeting, immaterial magic of human connection, Frahm wrote in his introductory statement.

Hjer traveled to the U.K. ahead of Sehgal and scouted 52 amateur participants from the local area, ranging in age from 16 to 74, to take part. A few of Sehgals regular dancers, in-demand contemporary stars from Brussels and Berlin, also traveled to take part.

Then there was the matter of organizing an exhibition based on human interaction for the age of social distancing. Although it was mostly staged in an outdoor setting, they decided it would be best for the players approaching visitors to don masks and keep their distance, as a sign of respect and to help people feel safe.

Tino Sehgal in the Rose Garden at Blenheim. Photo by Edd Horder. Courtesy of Blenheim Art Foundation.

The roving troupe of dancers intermittently swarmed around the visitors to the art foundation, shepherding us throughout the grounds to where other works materialized. Outside, in the secret garden, a young girl serenaded passersby, an iteration of Sehgals 2006 work, This You. Inside the grandiose Great Hall, amid classical statuary including Venus and Bacchus, an intertwined couple writhed on the floor for Sehgals Kiss (2002), re-enacting kiss scenes from famous works of art throughout history, from Auguste Rodins embracing nudes to Jeff Koons and Iona Stallers more provocative poses.

A more recent work, This Joy, conceived last year for the Kunsthistorische Museum in Vienna, occurred next to a small fountain. Players sang out a bizarrely electric scat version of Beethovens Fr Elise, which built to a crescendo that was theatrically synchronized with a burst of water springing from the fountain.

The most affecting parts of the exhibition were the works specifically designed to respond to the palace grounds. Across the vast lawn in front of the palace, on the majestic water terraces, and nestled in the rose garden, players almost blended into the landscape. If you werent paying attention, your eye might have glossed over them as picnickers on the lawn or even perhaps more delicate shrubbery designed by Capability Brown. If you got close enough to one of the players, they might approach you and share details about their lives.

This story-telling component of the new work, titledThis Element, borrows from SehgalsThese Associations, a work first shown at Tate Modern in 2012. The stories shared by the participants are answers to a number of prompts from the artist, such as: When have you felt a sense of arrival? What is something you are dissatisfied with in yourself? What are the personality traits of somebody you admire? But the artist does not control what intimacies they share beyond this.

When I summoned up the courage to open myself up, and gave permission with my eyes for someone to approach me, it was a local bus driver, who told me about a regular passenger of his, an elderly gentleman who battles his own physical decline to ride the bus to go and visit his niece every Thursday. The story was not particularly emotional, but after a year and a half of being starved of interaction with friends, let alone strangers, I was in a very raw emotional state. I was embarrassed when tears welled up in my eyes.

Blenheim Park and Gardens. Landscaping by Capability Brown. Courtesy of Blenheim Art Foundation.

Sehgals art tends to trigger this kind of reaction. And despite his forbearance of objects, he does actually sell his workwhich he does through oral agreements with no paper trail. The rights to stage his situations have sold for six figure sums to museums including the Hirshhorn, MoMA, and the Guggenheim, as well as many private collections.

There is not a huge [market] but when people are interested, the fact that we do it with an oral contract is not really an issue, he said. If anything, it is maybe something that they find attractive. If buyers want to show it, they need to give a six-months heads up, and trusted associates of the artist will be dispatched to set it up.

I asked him what he thinks about the possible legacy of his work given that it is so ephemeral. What happens when hes gone, and the chain of knowledge dilutes the work further and further from its original iteration?But Sehgal is not worried about obsolescence. He intentionally structures his situations like a game, with basic rules of play, and the interruption of chance encounters means that no two situations are exactly alike anyway. He could get deep into the theory behind this, but he offers a helpful sports analogy.

Nobody is worried that beach volleyball would cease to exist because you have got the rules, he shrugged. People can play it better or worse, but it is still beach volleyball.

Besides, material objects face obsolescence too. Paintings can burn up in a fire, or be eaten by pests, or deteriorate through age. Somebody attacked a Barnett Newman at the Stedelijk Museum oncethat can happen, Sehgal pointed out.I think everything on this planet is, in that sense, endangered and can deteriorate. And with art objects we make a big effort to ensure that they dont . So I think it is just a question of effort, finances, will, [and] planning decisions.

He recalled a particularly important exchange he had with a conservator during his early days in the art world, who pointed out that most of the objects that populate museums would not exist today without careful conservation and restoration efforts. We dont really conserve paintings, we produce them, the conservator said. When a painting has been restored three times, is it the same painting?

In that sense, Sehgals object-less work doesnt seem any less ephemeral. He invited me to look further back into the past. We have the tendency to think that objects are what remain or persist, but if you go back to antiquity, it is Plato, he said, and ideas that continue to exist.

Tino Sehgal is on view at Blenheim Art Foundation through August 15.

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The past few weeks championing England in the Euros are just what many of us needed.

It was great to see children getting excited, houses adorned with flags and just a feel-good atmosphere all round.

Everywhere I went, people commented how great it would be if England took home the trophy and a week later, the majority of the Covid restrictions were lifted.

Its such a shame we lost by a penalty, but our national team can be proud of the way theyve conducted themselves throughout the tournament and the way they lifted our spirits.

However, we still have plenty to look forward to this summer, first and foremost the July 19th.

As long as we all remember to respect the choices of those around us, we can all fully enjoy what our borough has to offer.

One event that will be here before we know it is Retro in the Park. Scheduled for August 28th at Towneley Park, this popular event has confirmed headliners Roger Sanchez, N-Trance, Nightcrawlers and Graeme Park.

And its fantastic to see Burnley DJs Paul Taylor and Matty Robinson are also included in the line-up.

N-Trance Set You Free was THE anthem for my nights out when I was younger, many of which ended in the former Lava Ignite.

However, my 21-year-old colleague tells me Wile Out Festival, on August 29th also at Towneley Park, is the cooler one to be seen at.

Wile Out has the likes of Sigma, Tom Zanetti and Artful Dodger performing. Considering Ive heard of all three of them, maybe Im not

past it just yet. Nobody needs to know theyre the only three acts I know off the giant schedule!

Retro has been running for 30 years and is headed by the so-called godfather of house Paul Taylor.

He was incredibly disappointed that the event had to be cancelled last year after desperately wanting to put on such a huge festival in his hometown and calls the fact it can finally be held a piece of history in the making.

Burnley.co.uk and burnley.social will be there that weekend and weknow visitors to our borough will be impressed with the stunning setting, nearby restaurants, cafes

and bars and quality hotel accommodation.

Rosehill House, Crow Wood Hotel, The Lawrence, Holiday Inn and The Guest House Worsthorne are just a handful of the accommodation we have to offer. And we hope our guests blow away the cobwebs the next day by getting out and about in our countryside, whether its exploring Towneley Hall itself, walking up to the Singing Ringing Tree or getting out into Hurstwood.

Theres plenty of other events scheduled for 2021 too, with Padiham set to hold its Duck Race and Summer Fair on August 7th, the Beer Festival on September 3rd, Party in the Park and Teddy Bears Picnic September 5th and the popular Painting in Padiham on September 11th.

In fact, head over to Padiham.org.uk and theres a huge list of planned events for the rest of the year.

So, whilst the country dusts itself off, we can keep the party atmosphere going in Burnley and Padiham that little bit longer.

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I dont think its possible to expect all of this. You always wanted this to be the end result. But you really dont know. Regis Jean (page) and Phoebe (Dynever) There were many moments when I saw Jonathan (Bailey) and Nicola (Coughlan) and felt like I was doing something special. I couldnt predict this level of reaction. Bridgerton creator and showrunner Chris Van Dusen said in a telephone interview. The Netflix series has been nominated for the best drama series, and Reg-Jean Page has been nominated for the best actor.

I hope that all documentary filmmakers who are doing difficult work and working on difficult themes will find support in their work. You cant tell the unpleasant truth that its not easy. I know. I hope to signal this to continue. Amy Gling, co-director of Allen v. Farrow, about the implications / impact of the Emmy nominations. This project has been nominated for the best documentary or non-fiction series.

For six months, in the midst of a pandemic, Black and Latin, Trance and Queer artists worked together. With a brilliant cast and a tireless crew, Im with a great collaborator. Tells an ambitious story about family, resilience, potential, and most importantly love. With Billy Porter, who made history as the first transgender actress nominated for the drama actress category this morning. Excited by Mj Rodriguez Stephen Canals, co-creator and producer of Pose, said in a statement. There are nine nominations in the FX series.

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The word, hypnosis, therapeutic hypnosis, or, better still, hypnotherapy, connotes awe and perplexity in most people. It isn't either. It is essentially a condition, where the mind accepts suggestions 'articulated' by the therapist. Most clinical hypnotherapists prefer to call hypnosis 'a state of heightened suggestibility' that can be generated by a permutation of elements viz., the fixation of a point, a timepiece, rhythmic repetitive instructions and/or the use of a categorised series of suggestionsfor example, "You will now feel heavy in the eye."

When the subject relaxes during hypnosis, they yield control of themselves in several ways. When one progressively enters a trance-like state, where they feel, or act, in the exact manner as defined by the therapist, they will 'live through' what they are being toldthat alcohol is disgustingly perilous, that smoking is 'killing,' or that you will be able to do well in academics, sports or career.

On the scientific 'upside', brain effect studies explain why hypnosis has become increasingly useful as a therapeutic tool in conventional medicine as also complementary and alternative medicine (CAM) protocols. A brainimaging study, conducted at the University of Iowa, US, evidenced that hypnosis actually blocks pain signals from getting to the part of the brain responsible for conscious perception of such distress. This elucidates why hypnosis often helps one to go through the ordeal of tooth extraction, or third-degree burns, as not 'overly' agonising, or for cancer patients to construe that chemotherapy isn't nauseating at all.

A typical hypnosis session encompasses of the following stages: 1) age regression, where the subject returns to a world of an earlier period, and acts accordingly; 2) amnesia, where one is not able to recollect what happened during the trance; 3) time distortion, where a short period feels like a long time; and, 4) analgesia, where one is insensitive to normal painful stimuli.

Subjects, in deep hypnotic states, go through a host of patternschange of breathing, skin complexion, from bright to pale, postural slump, rapid eye movement (REM)-type of fluttering of eyelids, amplified watery, red 'appearance' around the eyes, frequent swallowing of saliva, and so on.

Hypnosis is primarily a subjective experience.

From the psychological point-of-view hypnosis enables one to suspend 'normal' cynicism, or scepticism this allows the individual to focus attention on a solitary, or distinct, element and be open to suggestions 'created' by the therapist.

My mentor, the late Prof B V Krishna Murthyengineer, academician, educationist, philosopher and hypnotherapistwould often refer to hypnosis, for easy comprehension, as 'daydreaming', but with a purpose, something that you experience while reading a book, watching a comedy, or suspense movie, or listening to lilting music while driving, without even realising how you reached home almost on 'auto-pilot'. Brain studies of people who are susceptible to hypnotic suggestions indicate that when they 'act' on the therapist's suggestions, their brains display profound changes in how they process information.

Hypnotic suggestions literally transform what people see, hear, feel, think and believe to be true, including memory issues. One classical technique that exemplifies the idea is called post-hypnotic amnesia (PHA). It 'models' memory disorders, such as functional amnesia, often dramatised in movies, which typifies sudden memory loss, primarily due to psychological trauma, rather than actual brain damage, or disease.

Hypnotherapists 'trigger' PHA by suggesting to the hypnotised individual that after hypnosis they will forget specific things until they receive a 'cancellation note', such as, "Now, you can remember everything."

Hypnosis is evidenced to leave the individual with more control over their actions in health and illness.

However this may be, the therapy, on its own, cannot treat all psychosomatic and/orfunctional disorders.

It has its advantages and limitations-like any other system of healing.

This is also because most organic disorders require medication, clinically-focused treatments and lifestyle changes. Hypnosis would be useful, in such cases, as an adjuvant, because the anxiety factor, the most likely bugbear, can be reduced and the rate of recovery speeded up.

Hypnosis has also proved to be a successful supplementary therapeutic tool in the treatment of asthma, irritable bowel syndrome, arthritis, atopic dermatitis (eczema), psoriasis, warts, vaginismus, and so onnot to speak of obesity. Hypnotherapy, especially self-hypnosis is a feasible adjuvant for cancer patients to coping with a plethora of symptoms,viz., pain, nausea, fatigue, depression, hot flushes and sleep-related disorders preferably under professional guidance. Self-hypnosis may also be more than just a useful tool, afocused relaxation practice, to beating the numerous anxieties and fears vis--vis the on-going, awfully dreadful COVID-19 pandemic.

Hypnotic suggestions, from sittings or after repeated hearings, from a recorded clip, may be of enormous help, too. They can ease, for instance, the pain complex for the expectant mother during labour.

They can also help one get over a bad habit smoking, alcohol, or drug addictionor, make an extremely nervous individual relax. They could help one overcome stammering, too.

In addition, hypnosis can be used to improve learning skills and 'propel' sportspersons to overcoming a mental block.

The reason is simple. Relaxation, as hypnosis achieves, is everything. It brings out the best in us just as nature has endowed us withto augment and expand our self-assurance, or take us to the next level.

Nidamboor is a wellness physician

A version of this article appears in the print on July 14 2021, of The Himalayan Times.

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When it takes place next year, Amo says Tidy 25 will offer a rare opportunity for those who came to their first event, which he remembers as a baptism of fire, very homemade, to recapture that moment of their youth. Pontins hasnt changed in 50 years, let alone 20, he chuckles. Many iconic clubs have lost their venues Creams home was demolished, Turnmills where Trade was closed down, but Tidy 25 will feature the same smell, the same dancefloor, the same euphoria.

It will also boast, largely, the same DJs. Pulling in stars from across hardcore, hard house, trance and the tougher end of house. Its a summation of the scene they were central to creating, an ecosystem of events that stretched from Leicesters Storm to Insomniacz in Sheffield, and from Synergy and Goodgreef in Manchester to Promise in Newcastle. But its also a sign of how little those at the top have changed.

This is the impetus behind Tidy Pro, the labels new production school. Hard house became niche, so it became quite insular, admits Amo. Now were seeing that wheel turning again, so we have the chance to bring new talent through. Offering mentoring and classes on components such as arrangement, composition, programming breakdowns and riffs, and mixing down, Tidy Pro aims to have the old guard help bring through a new generation.

Part of the wider renaissance, they point out, is that those who came to their first few weekenders, perhaps even meeting the person they married at a Tidy event, potentially now have teenage kids who have grown up around their music.

I was influenced by my parents music when I was a kid and I still listen to it, says Andy, who tells us his own 18-year-old son has absorbed a love of hard house from being around it. Hard houses love of dressing up, from bright 90s clubwear to full-on outre outfits, often proves mind-blowing to twenty-somethings, says Amo, whove only ever been to a Defected party, where theres one blue light and everyone is standing still. They come to a Tidy party and see people dressed as washing machines, jumping around and having the time of their life.

The first time they saw a Tidy logo tattooed on someones back the size of a dinner plate, the pair began to realise the fanaticism behind hard house and the strength of their brand. For Andy, Tidys weekenders have followed in the footsteps of Northern soul, the 1970s dance phenomenon that first turned UK holiday resorts into meccas for young dancers looking for hedonism. The basis is a tribe of people coming together to celebrate their thing.

Like Northern soul, Amo goes on, hard house is an entirely non-commercial music, barely represented on radio so its built around a culture of going out and dancing. This created a close-knit community. Hard house is the punk rock of dance music, he says. Such is its emotional resonance, every week Tidy gets a request for the instrumental version of Til Tears Do Us Part by Heavens Cry, one of the labels biggest releases, to play at a wedding or a funeral. This is a culture that people have grown up with.

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D72 is born and based out of Bad Neuenahr, Germany, and has been DJing and producing since the early 90s. His remix of Mark Schulzs Turn Me Downwith Singa has been his biggest success at the moment. With promotions on shows such as Armin Van Buurens A State of Trance and Markus Schulzs Global DJ Broadcast, D72 is just getting started. D72 teamed up withO.B.M Notionwho hails from Sfax, Tunisia, and is making waves in the Trance scene.Through various original tracks and remixes on a selection of popular imprints, he has managed to capture everyones attention. The third collaborator on this track,That Girl comes from South Africa and is credited as the vocalist onRobbie Seeds Behind That Pretty Smile, which was signed to Paul Van Dyks label Vandit and was chosen as Best Of Vandit Records 2019. That Girl has also been featured on Andrew Rayels vocal anthem Stars Collide.

This is the first collaboration between the three, making In My Heart special in numerous ways.

The nearly 8-minute long track begins packed with a punch and slowly evolves into heartbreaking synths with lyrics and a melody that manages to hit us where it hurts.In My Heart has an emotional undertone that came about from a tough experience recounted by D72. My wife lost her daughter too early, at the age of just 13. We know there are many people out there who have lost someone so very dear to them. This anthem is for all the people weve lost and the ones who have to go on without them.As the song evolves, were brought back to life with spiritual synths and a pumping kick to help us dance with our emotions.

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Its trendy these days for people who didnt vote for Donald Trump to describe his supporters as members of a cult. To be sure, the movement has a lot of the classic signs, from the constant cup-rattling for donations to I alone can fix it. They may not wear saffron robes or prairie dresses, but the red MAGA caps are pretty clear identifiers. For those of us who remember when you could spot a Republican by their Brooks Brothers neckties, its a little jarring.

But heres the thing about cults: Their fervency is like the erotic trance new lovers fall into, in that eventually, it wears off. One day you wake up and ask yourself, Why am I spending my days in airports, hectoring people for donations? Why am I no longer welcome at my familys Thanksgiving? What am I getting out of this? For most, or many, the answer is, not enough. And they move on.

Late last month, the GOP-dominated Michigan Senate Oversight Committee released its report on the months of investigation of the November 2020 election. This wasnt the same committee that allowed Rudy Giuliani, newly suspended member of the New York State Bar, to call his parade of witnesses to make claim after claim about the fraud they claim they saw on and around Election Day last year that was the House Oversight Committee. But Ed McBroom, the Senate committee chairman, is an Upper Peninsula conservative and hardly what youd call a pinko.

And the report found: No fraud. They picked some nits, made recommendations for what theyd consider improvements in election processes, and of course theyre continuing to push the bills they claim would do it. But Melissa Carones vocal-fried drawl about seeing stacks of ballots at the TCF Center being run through tabulators over and over, presumably running up the score for Democrats? It happened, but not like she said. From Page 26:

Investigation does show it is possible to cycle a completed stack through the tabulator multiple times as long as no errors occur. Bundles of ballots go through the tabulator so quickly that a simple jam or other error necessitates the entire bundle being restarted. Workers cannot restart the stack unless they first clear the partial count and start from zero by pressing a button.

The committee also looked at the infamous Antrim County incident, and found the reasonable explanation, offered by the county clerk almost immediately afterward, held up, and was confirmed by a hand recount.

RINOOOOO!!!

The reaction to this has been about what youd expect. Lots of poorly done memes about RINO hunting and so on, as well as a great deal of howling, led by the howler-in-chief, who targeted McBroom and Senate Majority Leader Mike Shirkey and accused them of being part of a coverup. I suspect what triggered Trump was this part, which McBroom rendered in boldface:

The Committee recommends the attorney general consider investigating those who have been utilizing misleading and false information about Antrim County to raise money or publicity for their own ends. The Committee finds those promoting Antrim County as the prime evidence of a nationwide conspiracy to steal the election place all other statements and actions they make in a position of zero credibility.

He also inserts so-called before forensic audit. That must have really chapped their asses.

So far, all of this is predictable, but also worrisome. When will the fever break? Its showing no signs of doing so.

The committee spent eight months hearing from witnesses, 28 hours of testimony from almost 90 individuals spanning nine committee hearings, the review of thousands of pages of subpoenaed documents from multiple government entities, hundreds of hours of Senate staff investigation, and countless reviews of claims and concerns from Michigan residents, as the report states. They found no evidence of a stolen election. And still, Trumpers believe the Big Lie.

In April 2019, Deadline Detroit went to the We Build the Wall Town Hall, in Detroit. Steve Bannon and a cast of right-wing D-listers pledged to use the money given by the faithful to build a southern border wall. A year and a half later, Bannon was arrested on a yacht, no less and charged with using that money to fund his luxurious lifestyle. And still, they believe.

Rudy Giuliani, who once led the most prestigious U.S. Attorneys office in the country, was suspended from the practice of law in New York and Washington D.C., over his promulgation of election lies. And still, they believe.

Prodigal children

So? youre thinking. Theres a sucker born every minute. If theyre picking pockets, its mainly those of one another, so let them. But these people are our fellow countrymen. Many of them hold powerful positions. Also, psst: They have guns.

I cant be so sanguine. I think of them as termites, chewing away at the foundations of American life, which is under enormous stress now, and shows no signs of letting up. True, a few state legislators, previously believed to be invertebrates for Trump, show early signs of evolving spines, but Im confident these mutations will collapse if the heat turns up.

Think of them as family members (which some of them are), lost to the Children of God or Hare Krishnas or Scientology. Prodigal sons and daughters. They may need some tough love, but they need to come home. The health of the country depends on it.

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