Here I am perched on my multipurpose rug (yoga mat/mattress/
foot wipe/ pillow/flying carpet, etc.) with U2 playing in the background,
impatient to belch out my two pence into this thing called the
blogosphere. Music is my thaanngg, it
always has been since the days I was in diapers when my mom sang Nanda Malini songs to baby me as
she sent me off to slumber land. I am a fully grown human being now (of yet a
tender age), past those painful teenage years and a few more. What do I want to
talk about? All types of music on the menu and how it speaks to people. Some of
us are more inclined towards music than others, but no matter to which extent, most
of us can’t live without a tune or a two to get by the average day.
I want to talk about music which is real, which sounds real
to me. Each of us has a kind of music which is real to us, a kind of music
which speaks to us. May it be hard rock, grunge, punk, bollywood, classical,
baila, hip hop, dance, dubstep, tribal, country or just plain and simple pop, I
won’t judge! I am not the GOD of real music, I don’t get to decide which music
is real and which is not (although my friends would probably testify to this
inconvenient god complex of mine). God or no god, as I mentioned earlier, I do
have my two pence/rupees…. Kekekke, I chuckle, like a chicken. And two rupees is all I
have.
I used to think that people had appalling taste in music,
but everything is only relative. (Yeah, Einstein was a rock god.) What if
people thought that ‘I’ had bad taste? Ughghgh.... But I was appalled by the kind
of music which SOLD, more often than not. Music is art, not sugar or soap you buy
from the supermarket. For me, its way more personal. But sometimes any soap can
be sugar coated; yes the world can be a deceiving little biatch. But true art
is only…. priceless.
That’s all I have for
you today folks, tomorrow I bring u a band. Tut tut, till then ride on tuk tuks!
