The Ladakh Confluence: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 (was largely rained out)

Ladakhi Monks Gyomo Nakamura blessing the Confluence and declaring it open on day one.

Dylan-esque Bhakti singer Vedant Bharadwaj sang Kabir in the afternoon sun on day one.

New Zealand folk singer Anna Van Riel sang stories of her many travels.

Anna Van Riel

Ladakhi local traditional dancers CATS give a little introduction to local dance.

CATS dancers.

Talvin Singh and Rahul Sharma at soundcheck.

Tribal Flora take the stage and jam with Kasthenis, an Israeli singer on vocals.

Singer-songwriter Darlini from UK takes the stage on day three.

Portugal's Terracota try and push a bus out of a puddle post their one hour soundcheck.

David Swarupe from Italy (on the hangdrum) and Ortal Palleg from Israel (on the didgeridoo) jam on percussion day.

Between the long musicless gaps, confluence attendee Jai from UK jammed with Saahil from Mumbai. "I can't take these long gaps," he said.

Mumbai electro-rock act Shaa'ir + Func perform.

Shaa'ir + Func

Roberto Narain directing his well attended Drum Circle on day two.

While Rajasthan Roots played on stage, a few hippies broke into a pyromaniacal tribute of their own left of stage.

More pyromania.

Rajasthan Roots performing on day two.

Rajasthan Roots

Tribal Flora

Soulmate from Shillong perform.

In its maiden year, the extended line-up unfolded over the four days in the very ambitious venue of the highest plateau in the world – Leh. Considering the fact that over 60 artists traveled from across the globe (Terracotta – Portugal, Gateways – Switzerland, Anna Van Reil – New Zealand, Bauchklang – Austria, Rodney Branigan – Canada, Talvin Singh  – UK, Ortal Pelleg – Israel, David Swarupe – Italy) and far reaches of the nation as well (Rajasthan Roots – Rajasthan, Mahesh Vinaykram and Vedant Bharadwaj – Chennai, Shaa’ir + Func and Tribal Flora – Mumbai, Soulmate – Shillong) to congregate with local legends (Rahul Sharma, Ali Mohammad – monks who sings the blues, and Castaways – local rock band as generic as they sound) there was reason enough to pack and head to the mountains.

August 28 to 31 were dates booked over the pasteuring and flat land, situated on the banks of the Indus River that hosts the annual historic festival of Sindhu Darshan each year for the people of Ladakh. Located around 8kms before Leh between the hamlets of Shey and Chagmanslor, the venue was perfect to create a medley of traditional and the contemporary – in terms of culture and music. The organizers couldn’t have picked a more fitting location considering their lineup including artists that border the divide between yesterday and tomorrow. And the fact that artificial stages and permanent arches would make for the ambient environment of the little land, enclosed between high peaks and building infrastructure, was particularly endearing.

Two stages were set-up, the Nyima that ran acoustic gigs and the main stage, the Skarma that pulled power for the headlining acts each evening. Tents scattered around the property were supposed to give a lesson in local Ladakhi art and craft, assisted and spearheaded by Rob from the Mad Show on Pogo and a Film Tent that would screen movies through the day courtesy Sapna Shahani, noted filmmaker.

But overriding the minimal crowd walk-ins, considering how most walking in wore volunteer badges, the total number of some 200 a day who managed to attend the confluence came for the love, peace and the music. Only this was a literal cosmosis of castaway firang bikers and hippies who were willing to dance and trip to everything that had a melodic sound and of course out-of-towners who didn’t mind the idea of the confluence. Celebrity spotting was easy. Purab Kohli and Vasundhara Das seemed to have flown in for a bit of the artists’ haven. But more than a tight stage-to-stage scrambling, The LC was a bass line of loosely connected dots. The artists were seen mostly hanging out like it was an open mic night of sorts and in between the many power failures (Leh has its concurrent blackouts), the best part of the festival were the instant  jam sessions that broke out in between the shows.

And amidst the mediocre and the awkward, the truly notable performances of Shaa’ir + Func, Vedant Bharadwaj, Rajasthan Roots, Tribal Flora, David Swarupe and Ortal Palleg and of course Soulmate clearly stood out. On opening night, the CM of J&K Omar Abdullah arrived to see Talvin Singh and Rahul Sharma open the fest as the headlining act. There seemed to be the promise of better things to come. “I am excited to be here and to be a part of a cultural fest like this. I promise you these young minds will bring in more and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make this work,” he cheekily opined. Chering Dorjay, chairman of the Ladakh Autonomous Hill Development Council, promised much more in years to come, as ministers tend to do.

There was even unseasonal rain that threatened to disrupt the last day of the confluence, that managed to be saved by a set by Bauchklang who were gasping for breath but threw in a neat performance accompanied by Suchet Malhotra, Vasundhra Das and a jam partner in Harsha from Hyderabad. True to their performances, they closed the Ladakh Confluence over a merger of arms aloft in pandemonic trance.

The organizers in Rayna Jhaveri and Swaati Langeh hoped to have had a better crowd gathering and a tighter show, but excusing the many structural breakdowns, LC was true to its namesake. It was a big jam space in the middle of the mountains and the often idled musician mingled amongst the crowds, invited people on staged, jammed with nu and new inspiration. So what if the locals mostly eluded, except for on day three when the local favourites in Soulmate made sure the discounted Rs. 600 per ticket for the locals, made for a great attendance. Experimental bands in Gateways even saw a bit of the rock fan angst you run into at campus gigs. But the genius in impromptu shows, especially in Rodney Branigan’s appearance three nights of the four made for much entertainment.

The highlight of the festival was the daily Drum Circle organized by ace percussionist Roberto Narain and Priyanka Blah from Tempo Tantrick. In the middle of the expansive field post sunset, the duo would light a bonfire and pass a rhythmic instrument. They’d direct us to a melody and we were all musicians. The confluence made us that in Leh.

This was the scene over the four days. Sunset would gave away to dusk, dusk to twilight, the impenitent tropical pyrexia cooled slightly, but the temperature of the crowd was rising. You would have to be a very dull person – a snob, or a sad cynic – not to enjoy this show. The sound is of symphonic scale, and of course there is the spectacle, especially here, on and off stage – the sight of fans, arms aloft, singing every word of every song.

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Day one at most new festivals read hiccups. And more so when it’s a confluence at the highest plateau in the world. The Ladakh Confluence popped its cherry on Friday, August 28. Things that were supposed to go off to a flying start were temporarily halted by a missing generator. But by 4pm, things were on a roll. With major changes in the lineup, owing to the fact that the main stage couldn’t be set up on time, two songwriters watched the sun go lower into the Indus river and Himalayas.

The venue for the fest is the historical sight where the Sindhu Darshan takes place each year with towering arches and stages giving an festive ambience to the place. The 200 odd people present at the venue were a mix of castaways, hippies, Mumbaiites (organisers, VJs and TV presenters), and northern plain Punjabis (loads of them) who crowded the local population. Precisely why when the time to groove came, they all yelled. Vedant Bharadwaj, Chennai’s Bhakti Bob Dylan, was the first to strike a wave of emotion. His own rendition of Dylan’s ‘The Times They Are a-Changing’ being the most soulful follwed by learning from Kabir’s Dohas and Namdev. New Zealand’s folk rocker Anna Van Riel sat barefoot with her entourage of instruments – a six string, Hawaiian Lehuaukulele (version of a Banjo) and a New Zealand duck horn made for her eclectic music. A true hippy, she sang stories of her many travels and conquests over man and road. The firangs in the crowd found their true Mama on stage and jived to her melodies.

An impromptu guitar work routine by Rodney Branigan seemed idyllic at sunset. The harmonics and rhythms maverick held two guitars like toys and sucked some air, to watch the sun go down and have all present screaming. “Phew! I’m out of air. I’ll go and crash now,”  he sighed at dusk. Apart from an orginial, he sang ‘Come Together’ by The Beatles and the one-man-band’s rendition was a promise of much to look forward to  in the coming days.

The unrelenting sun, and big curtain fell, when the Chief Minister of Jammu & Kashmir Omar Abdullah, arrived with his entourage of ministers who watched Talvin Singh, Rahul Sharma and vocalist Mahesh Vinayakram jam with their limited sound systems. Talvin’s fancy loops wouldn’t play because of the technical difficulties faced earlier, but the classical jam was efficient enough.

The day was saved more by the locale than the events in it. Here’s hoping day two really brings more noise.