It’s a Friday and the usual pangs of going home early or not coming to work at all have just started their pickings. A slice of cheese for breakfast, half a glass of really old juice and way too much cologne pushed me out of the house and am sitting at my desk in a surprisingly quiet office.
I knew I wanted to write something but was not sure as to what and whether I would even post it on iXiblog. With some Eric Clapton for company I sat down to think and figured I might as well write about what I am listening to. Layla, Wonderful Tonight and the list goes on. The God of Guitar, the greatest musician in the world and many such tags go with Clapton but what really strikes me about him is the fact that 30 years after he wrote a song, someone way younger than even the song, is listening to it and probably thinking of asking his girl out on the in-famous Valentine’s Day. That is music to me and its reach is the glory that will stay way beyond the artist. Music is a part of our lives in more ways than we even know it or feel it. From the familiar tune of AR Rahman’s Airtel theme to the age old Maggi 2 min ads to the fad of caller tones that started a few years ago where you pay for someone else to hear a song. I have been a big fan of music in general and my interest usually tends towards Classic Rock unless it’s a weekend where in a city like Delhi you have to like Bollywood or you might as well watch Baba Ramdev on TV. As a growing teenager, like all, I too wanted to be a part of a band and stand and scream out to a million fans in some European country and then be mobbed by fans when I take my Lear Jet back home to India and settle into my mansion overlooking the sea at the edge of a hill. Well, none of it has happened yet but the point remains that a few minutes of your favourite artists and the day seems better and you somehow have a little more energy to finish tasks that your boss has pushed down your Atif Aslam singing throat!
I knew I wanted to write something but was not sure as to what and whether I would even post it on iXiblog. With some Eric Clapton for company I sat down to think and figured I might as well write about what I am listening to. Layla, Wonderful Tonight and the list goes on. The God of Guitar, the greatest musician in the world and many such tags go with Clapton but what really strikes me about him is the fact that 30 years after he wrote a song, someone way younger than even the song, is listening to it and probably thinking of asking his girl out on the in-famous Valentine’s Day. That is music to me and its reach is the glory that will stay way beyond the artist. Music is a part of our lives in more ways than we even know it or feel it. From the familiar tune of AR Rahman’s Airtel theme to the age old Maggi 2 min ads to the fad of caller tones that started a few years ago where you pay for someone else to hear a song. I have been a big fan of music in general and my interest usually tends towards Classic Rock unless it’s a weekend where in a city like Delhi you have to like Bollywood or you might as well watch Baba Ramdev on TV. As a growing teenager, like all, I too wanted to be a part of a band and stand and scream out to a million fans in some European country and then be mobbed by fans when I take my Lear Jet back home to India and settle into my mansion overlooking the sea at the edge of a hill. Well, none of it has happened yet but the point remains that a few minutes of your favourite artists and the day seems better and you somehow have a little more energy to finish tasks that your boss has pushed down your Atif Aslam singing throat!
It doesn’t matter what you like and trust me when I say that there is no cool or un-cool music. Your head-banging rocker with long hair and torn jeans at some point in time is going to croon a Kishore Kumar song yet look down at you when you say I like Jagjit Singh etc! Music is the cheapest intoxication out there and you do not even have to worry about rehab. So the next time, your girl/guy leaves you, you don’t get the promotion, you lose your job or life generally feels like going uphill in roller skates on a slippery slope, remember that there is nothing your loved singer or band can’t cure and that could even mean going back to your school days and saying, yes Bryan Adams is the coolest and ‘Heaven’ is the best song ever.
Signing out with a Mark Knopfler line, ‘and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for on every street’.
Signing out with a Mark Knopfler line, ‘and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for on every street’.
Krishna Iyer
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I so agree to this. for me on any given day... good or bad... bryan adams works wonders..:-)
ReplyDeleteCould so relate to this blog entry.