<em><strong>It has been a while since I last posted, around a month and a half, give a few days maybe. Around the time of the previous opening set that I did at the Blue frog. There were strong threats from me that I would post once a week and all that, but I guess it just came to nought.</strong></em>
To Summarize,
Post that post well, the solitude continued for a few days, the papers came, as always there was some hitch with the great DGCA , they changed more policies, had more issues with my paperwork. Issues with the documents i submitted, changes in medical policies, redoing and Indian Air Force medical, a US govt. FAA medical et al.
To get the great Gandhi married, a bunch of us went up to a rafting camp at Hrishikesh, kept a compartment full of overnight passengers awake in a train with a late night booze fuelled sing song, kept ourselves warm at the rafting camp with Old Smuggler and other alcohol, rafted down the Ganga, froze like nobodys' business, took a while to get back to warmth while eating chilly loaded maggi and drinking tea by the riverside...We got them married, successfully, sort of an elope.
On to Delhi, where I met the DGCA and figured out what exact issue they had, met an old college buddy after years and drank copious amounts of locally brewed wheat beer, and eventually caught a flight back to Bombay reeking of it.
Then booking medical dates, flipping out over controlling my levels. And of course, practicing all the semi-commercial Hindi music that Spook played for the great Gandhi's 'production' wedding, which basically meant booking a sprawling boutique hotel outside Pune (with a Microbrewery attached to it) and generally going overboard on everything, the only way to do it i guess, again, with copious amounts of beer and other booze.
Post wedding, meeting relatives from the US, going sailing and thinking about more music.
A class 1 medical with every possible blood test and then a physical once over by a senior Air Force doctor at at airbase in Hyderabad, which in typical my luck fashion got delayed by 3 days as the great ministry decided not to send a sanction letter on time. Sometimes, i feel like pulling of one major anarchic sanction on them....torch the place, napalm, whatever.
Then, I plunged straight back into creativity. I got lucky with an opening set for the one and only Karsh Kale. it was a not-so-early-early set at the Blue frog. I played a balanced set, some originals , some covers, and because I actually played AFTER free entry closes at the frog there was a decent crowd, who, from the balance silence and noise after the songs, had a good time, with some good reviews after. I got in touch with this kickass percussion player called Vaibhav. He played the gig with me. He's also one of those very groovy, disciplined, leftie drummers with some mad idea of technique. It was a good gig, most importantly, we felt good about it, and we definitely want to work on something together in the future, something from scratch....something banging, let's hope so.
Up next, Spook goes into second album(yes, i know this is old news and should have happened by now, but hey, don't kill me, these kinda delays happen). Yours truly is co-producing and overseeing, and is hoping that the drums at least go off well, maybe i will post some pics from the sessions here.
Also, the Formula1 season has started, and I am actually feeling whole again, disturbing, but true.
For some reason, off late, I haven't really been that inspired to write. Maybe there hasn't been much of real deep substance going on in my life off late, except those few , deep, dark realisations and then again maybe coming to terms with it. Or then not coming to terms with it as yet. Either way, it seems like just a description of things that went on, and happened, and are possibly consequential to things that will happen soon, a little while from now. Things that might open up, things that might shut down, things that might be lost forever . But either way, ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.....
The idea is generally to keep plodding on, and not forcing inspiration, but giving in to it entirely when it decides to show up, and at other times, just being honest that there isn't any. Who knows..... maybe its just waiting around the corner.
See you in a few...minutes, days, weeks, i'll try not to make it months...
cheers
the Beast
To Summarize,
Post that post well, the solitude continued for a few days, the papers came, as always there was some hitch with the great DGCA , they changed more policies, had more issues with my paperwork. Issues with the documents i submitted, changes in medical policies, redoing and Indian Air Force medical, a US govt. FAA medical et al.
To get the great Gandhi married, a bunch of us went up to a rafting camp at Hrishikesh, kept a compartment full of overnight passengers awake in a train with a late night booze fuelled sing song, kept ourselves warm at the rafting camp with Old Smuggler and other alcohol, rafted down the Ganga, froze like nobodys' business, took a while to get back to warmth while eating chilly loaded maggi and drinking tea by the riverside...We got them married, successfully, sort of an elope.
On to Delhi, where I met the DGCA and figured out what exact issue they had, met an old college buddy after years and drank copious amounts of locally brewed wheat beer, and eventually caught a flight back to Bombay reeking of it.
Then booking medical dates, flipping out over controlling my levels. And of course, practicing all the semi-commercial Hindi music that Spook played for the great Gandhi's 'production' wedding, which basically meant booking a sprawling boutique hotel outside Pune (with a Microbrewery attached to it) and generally going overboard on everything, the only way to do it i guess, again, with copious amounts of beer and other booze.
Post wedding, meeting relatives from the US, going sailing and thinking about more music.
A class 1 medical with every possible blood test and then a physical once over by a senior Air Force doctor at at airbase in Hyderabad, which in typical my luck fashion got delayed by 3 days as the great ministry decided not to send a sanction letter on time. Sometimes, i feel like pulling of one major anarchic sanction on them....torch the place, napalm, whatever.
Then, I plunged straight back into creativity. I got lucky with an opening set for the one and only Karsh Kale. it was a not-so-early-early set at the Blue frog. I played a balanced set, some originals , some covers, and because I actually played AFTER free entry closes at the frog there was a decent crowd, who, from the balance silence and noise after the songs, had a good time, with some good reviews after. I got in touch with this kickass percussion player called Vaibhav. He played the gig with me. He's also one of those very groovy, disciplined, leftie drummers with some mad idea of technique. It was a good gig, most importantly, we felt good about it, and we definitely want to work on something together in the future, something from scratch....something banging, let's hope so.
Up next, Spook goes into second album(yes, i know this is old news and should have happened by now, but hey, don't kill me, these kinda delays happen). Yours truly is co-producing and overseeing, and is hoping that the drums at least go off well, maybe i will post some pics from the sessions here.
Also, the Formula1 season has started, and I am actually feeling whole again, disturbing, but true.
For some reason, off late, I haven't really been that inspired to write. Maybe there hasn't been much of real deep substance going on in my life off late, except those few , deep, dark realisations and then again maybe coming to terms with it. Or then not coming to terms with it as yet. Either way, it seems like just a description of things that went on, and happened, and are possibly consequential to things that will happen soon, a little while from now. Things that might open up, things that might shut down, things that might be lost forever . But either way, ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.....
The idea is generally to keep plodding on, and not forcing inspiration, but giving in to it entirely when it decides to show up, and at other times, just being honest that there isn't any. Who knows..... maybe its just waiting around the corner.
See you in a few...minutes, days, weeks, i'll try not to make it months...
cheers
the Beast
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