Gotta Be Love (Acoustic)

This week I am also revisiting “Gotta Be Love” which was the very first song I wrote for the album “Sabai Thikai Huncha”. I had just arrived in Kathmandu and I was ready to work on my debut Nepali album. I was just a kid, young with big dreams. I had this giant list of things to do, and one of them included writing my first radio “hit”. And just like that, one fine morning, inspiration struck. I want to thank you all for loving this song and for giving me my first unforgettable radio play moment, as “Gotta Be Love” went on to chart # 1 on all major radio stations in Kathmandu that year. I hope this song transports you back to 2009 like it transported me back in time and made me remember my teenage years.

Love,
Astha.

Harek Saas Sita (Acoustic)

This week I am revisiting ‘Harek Saas Sita’ from my second album, “Ma Ek Sapana." The emotion expressed in this song is the sadness I used to allow myself to feel only late at night, when the whole city slept, and I poured everything I had into songs. Perhaps it was my way of keeping my emotions to myself. Perhaps I didn’t want to burden anyone with them. But the 2024 version of me has realized that emotions, whether positive or negative, are always better shared, especially with those who love you. For those who’ve felt their sadness creep in, I just want you to know that it is okay to feel it and super healthy to express it. Whether you’re confiding in someone or carving your emotions into your art, I want you to know that you’re not alone, and emotions are what make us human.

Here's a 2 AM version of ‘Harek Saas Sita’ exclusively for you,
Astha.

Sabai Thikai Huncha (Acoustic)

This week I find myself revisiting "Sabai Thikai Huncha," the title track from my debut album. This song holds a special place in my heart, embodying hope, resilience, and unwavering optimism. Its message reassures and strengthens, reminding us that everything will be alright, no matter the challenges we face. The song brings back vivid memories of my younger self, poring over my mama’s tiny notebooks filled with her poetry, feeling inspired to transform her words into songs. To everyone who has reached out to tell me how much this song means to you, I see you, I feel you, and I reassure you that everything is going to be okay.

I was captivated by a beautiful hanging floating flower arrangement I came across on TikTok the other day. The delicate balance of the arrangement inspired me so much that I had to recreate it. I don’t know why, but this French blue is really resonating with me these days.

Love,
Astha

Parijat / Susan Maskey - Jasto Timro Chitiz

This week I am listening to the song “Jasto Timro Chhitiz” from my mother Susan Maskey’s album “Swor Shraddhanjali,” a tribute to Nepali writer, poet, and activist Parijat, encompassing her incredibly thought provoking poetry interpreted as songs. This album takes me back to many of my childhood memories, and it is perhaps one of my favourite albums ever released by my mother. My mother’s contributions to Nepali music, literature, and journalism are what I got to pull inspiration from at a very young age. As a young Nepali woman figuring out her space in this big and intimidating world, I could not have asked for a better role model and someone to pave my footsteps behind.

At a very young age, I witnessed my mother voice her intellect in support of women’s liberation by co-establishing Asmita Magazine in 1988. One of the very first of its kind in Nepal, Asmita continues its activism for women's empowerment, gender equality, human rights & inclusive democracy.

In addition to her contribution to the early feminist movement in Nepal, I witnessed my mother’s commitment to her music and her art in the purest sense possible. I have memories of attending her studio recording sessions as a kid and numerous Guru Purnimas spent under the tutelage of the late Amber Gurung Sir. I experienced attending her choir sessions and album launches and screaming her name really loudly as I sat in the audience as a little baccha 🐣, so proud to see my mama on stage.

I will be releasing more sessions with my mother on my YouTube channel very soon, until then please stay tuned. #aamachhori. In the meantime, I’m wrapping up my final session here for the “songs that made me” reels. It has been a very meaningful journey down memory lane, filled with deep introspection. Thank you for going on this ride with me 🌊.

Written by Parijat, musically composed by Rayan, and arranged by Sharad Gurung, here’s my rendition of my mother Susan Maskey’s song “Jasto Timro Chhitiz” from the album “Swor Shraddhanjali”.

#parijat #susanmaskey #sworshraddhanjali #mothersday #songsthatmademe

Listen to Swor Shraddhanjali here:

The Animals - House of the Rising Sun

This week I am listening to the 1964 rendition of the folk song “House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals. This song immediately transports me to many evenings spent with my father, listening to him strum away on his acoustic guitar and teaching me the chords and the 6/8 fingerpicking pattern to this amazing song.

My father is an incredible provider, protector, strong presence in our family, and equal partner to my mother. For the bulk of my childhood, baba was stationed as a mechanical engineer in the hydroelectricity plants of Kaligandaki, Nepal. I have many memories of visiting him in the Kaligandaki quarters, and memories of a very excited little me, waiting by our Lazimpat house galli, for when he would come home for the weekends/and Dashain, yelling “Surprise!” and would take me out on a special outing – where I got to snack on roasted chickpeas and a chilled glass bottle of coke. #babachhori #sugarhigh

When he was home, he would play music really loudly on all of his speakers, as he tinkered away on the balcony with all his tools, flashlight and soldering iron, assembling an audio system of speakers, mixers, amps, equalizers and turntables. You see, my baba is an audiophile, and he likes listening to all his records, in lossless quality on vinyl. Through him, I learned and listened to the entire Beatles catalogue of songs alongside many artists from his era, which included the Carpenters, John Denver, the Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd and Carlos Santana.

The quirkiest thing about baba was that one year he spent many months building an incredible audio system, but decided to trust and leave it all out in the open on our Lazimpat home’s veranda, on full display for every walking spectator🤦🏻‍♀️. Long behold, one fine summer day, we all came home to a raided balcony…and the burglars had stolen all of baba’s audio equipment. 😔

This left a young 6 year old me extremely angry and perplexed. I am taking a vow today, Mr. Burglar, that next lifetime, I am going to hunt you down, ninja kick your butt🥷🏻, and steal your audio system😠.

Here’s my rendition of “House of the Rising Sun” by the Animals.

#thehouseoftherisingsun #theanimals #songsthatmademe

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Deep Shrestha - Mero Aankhama

This week I am listening to “Mero Aankhama” by Deep Shrestha. I would often ask my mama to sing this song for me when I was a little kid. Her voice reverberated deeply through our Lazimpat house, right to its bones, and listening to her sing would always calm me down. Then, she would proceed to tell me many bedtime stories as she gently ran her fingers through my hair, and I’d drift away to la la land. 💤

Listening to my mama tell me bedtime stories is one of my favourite memories as a child. She had an incredible way of storytelling, sometimes so heart-wrenching that my little heart would literally feel like it had broken in two. One of my favourite stories that I would always want to listen to came down to this very question: “Mama, can you tell me the story of how you and baba fell in love?”. 😍

“Oh yes.” she would start by first describing my father strum away on his guitar when she first saw him, his shoulder-length brown hair from the late 70s, and his calm and grounded demeanour that made all the ladies (including my mama) get drawn to him. 🙂

Then, she would talk about how hard it was to love in a society that, at the time, did not approve of inter-caste relationships. My parents in the 80s challenged this societal convention and chose to get married for love. My parents are the reason I held on to the fairytale definition of “the one” throughout my adulthood. Relationships are never perfect, but I must say that when love is unconditional, you accept all imperfections. #truelove

Now, the answer to many of your questions as to why my last name is Tamang-Maskey? The explanation is simple. Hari Tamang (my father) + Susan Maskey (my mother) = Astha Tamang-Maskey (their daughter). 🤓#hyphenatedlastnames

With music by Deep Shrestha and lyrics by Shiva Shankar Thapa, here’s my rendition of “Mero Aankhama”.

#meroaankhama #deepshrestha #shivashankarthapa #songsthatmademe

Listen to the original here:

Coldplay - Fix You

This week I am listening to “Fix You” from Coldplay’s 2005 album “X&Y”. This album by Coldplay takes me back to my college years, and the many hours I used to spend commuting on the bus to Seneca College.

The year was 2007, and I was applying for the Independent Music Production program (IMP) at Seneca College. I had shown up with my application, a collection of my MySpace demos, and a photo of me and my black ovation guitar as part of my electronic press kit (EPK). This was my chance to study music in a way where I got to learn not only the technical audio side but also the business side of music.

With only a limited number of exclusive seats left in the program, I was nervous and eager to get accepted. I walked into the studio room, where Professor John Switzer was sitting across a giant mixing board. John is perhaps the gentlest human I have ever come across in my life, a fantastic mentor, and a presence that I will never forget.

Just my luck, I got my acceptance letter in the mail a few weeks later after my interview, and just like that, my fate was sealed. Music was going to be my journey for the next decade of my life. Eff the labels, we are going to make it DIY was the spirit us IMP kids carried. We wanted to do our own thing, on our own terms, and stay true to our art. And stay true to it to this day, I did. #DIY #EffTheLabels

Big dreams, so much unknown, but I was ready for everything. #BringItOnLife I learned a lot during that program. So much so that I took all that knowledge and wanted to release my very first Nepali album with my own budget and independently on my own terms.

Soon after I graduated in 2008 at the tender age of 18, I made my way to my hometown of Kathmandu and released an 8 song album, which most of you know today as my debut release, “Sabai Thikai Huncha.”. It’s funny how life works out, right? As if I had just figured out how to be at the right place at the exact moment in time I needed to be there. But I hadn’t. I look back today, and with all the confidence in the world, I can say that I was destined to do this.

Here’s my rendition of “Fix You” by Coldplay.

#fixyou #x&y #coldplay #songsthatmademe

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Babin Pradhan - Jhari Pareko Din

This week, I’m listening to “Jhari Pareko Din” by Babin Pradhan. This song transports me back to many childhood memories spent in my childhood home in Lazimpat. Meticulously designed by my father, and interior decorated by my mother, this house was a marvel in its day and still is 🙂. 

Standing tall, and resilient through many years of Kathmandu weathering, and most recently the 2015 earthquake, the house has played host and been a home to many artists, musicians, and travellers over the years... If you were an active musician from 2012 to 2014, it is very likely that at some point in time, you must have spent a few moments in our Lazimpat home. If you have, you will remember those cold, chilling orange kitchen floor tiles that I speak of, the artisan oil lamps on the balcony,  the big mirrors in the living room, the beautiful arches throughout the home, our wonderful dog Simba and the tall pink Bougainvillaea flower vine crawling up the 3 stories all the way to the roof.  

I have so many memories of Lazimpat Ghar, including the memories of tiny Astha, waking up really early, running to the kitchen barefoot, scooping out a bowl full of rice and rushing to the terrace to feed the pigeons every morning. You see, I was in direct competition with our neighbour Baju across the street, as to who got the most pigeons to show up on their roof. But no matter how many rice grains my tiny hands could carry, Baju across the street always won, and she got hundreds of pigeons to always show up on her roof. Even those super rare white speckled pigeons. This never stopped me from trying, though, I continued to feed the pigeons every single morning. The beautiful view of the Himalayan range, the wonderful morning air while rising with the morning sun, and this song playing. Oh, what a feeling. #makesmesuperemotional

My dii used to say that Babin Pradhan wrote this song while mourning for his love who died in a plane crash. When music becomes the medium to heal one’s pain, the most magical thing happens. It gets shared. It becomes a moment in time, when you are not alone. Music has always helped me connect to the deepest, darkest parts of my soul, just so that I could be aware and shine some light in those corners. For all these years, you’ve been there listening, feeling with me …for that, I am eternally grateful.

Here is my rendition of “Jhari Pareko Din” by Babin Pradhan.

#jhariparekodin #babinpradhan #songsthatmademe

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Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You

This week I am listening to “If I Ain’t Got You” by Alicia Keys. I find myself revisiting her 2003 album, “The Diary of Alicia Keys”, quite often. Alicia Keys is one of those artists that, if I were ever so lucky to meet in life, I would most likely faint and drown in a puddle of my own tears. I just love absolutely everything about her.

Even my old YouTube username, cag3dbird is because of track 15 on Key’s first album. So many teenage memories spent with Keys’ records, with songs like ‘A Woman’s Worth’ which became an anthem for me growing up. It was grade 9, English class, and the assignment was to perform a poem in front of our class however we’d like. I had gone up in front of my class bravely—just me and warm, freshly printed lyrics of “A Woman’s Worth” in my hands. The secret was out, and all the kids in my class were about to find out that I could sing 🙈. #songsinaminor

Young me always wanted a love that was deep, a love that was unconditional. I finally understand the deeper message of this song now that I’m in my 30s and have fallen head over heels in love with my person. The song’s lyrics deliver a deep message emphasizing the significance of love and authentic connections, prioritizing them over material possessions.

Here is my rendition of “If I Ain’t Got You” by Alicia Keys.

#ifiaintgotyou #thediaryofaliciakeys #aliciakeys #songsthatmademe

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