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Monday, September 21, 2009

Months of not blogging...

....can bring over a sense of ennui that is hard to shake off. Too much happening all around me, in any case, to put it down in an organised set of thoughts and then through a keyboard to a screen.
I will hopefully become a dad this week. Pujo is around the corner. It has been a long time since I felt this much loved. In October, FLI heads to the Eastwind Festival 2009 again, and we just got confirmed for Autumn Festival in Shillong. There's a new house to take care of. Too many good things? You never know. I have never given up the cynicism, not completely.
And as always, I wish Maa was around.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Gigs and then some

FLI plays a gig tomorrow. It's going to be our first two-hour concert.
On Monday, the three of us — Allan, Neel and me — head to Nagaland, the rains and the flu notwithstanding. We will also head towards Shillong and hopefully get to jam a bit. I will also meet up with Simon and Rumki, and little Joshua.
I'm gonna be a dad next month.
It's too much to imagine.
Did I deserve this life? I don't really know.


Friday, June 12, 2009

Recordings and twin lives

Over the past two weeks, FLI has been busy rearranging and recording at home. Wholly lo-fi; with just about two condensers, an SM-58 for the kick and a 57 for the snare. Along with a large diaphragm ambient mic. My whole kit, except the hi-hat stand, invaded Neel's bedroom. Of course, Audrey left to sleep at the other house!
The takes were primarily done all through the night, and considering the songs in question, even playing a full-on kit was surprisingly low on overall volume. But what was even more surprising was how this deal came out; it sounds way much warmer than any studio drums I have laid. Work is still in progress.
Right after EKRR I, or rather at the time of it all, Allan and me were constantly getting back to one question: when do we do this band full-time? In the weeks that passed since, keeping my day job and also playing with Span — and consequently turning up late for Span practice in the evenings — has been a bit of a bother, and on one occasion, quite a piss-off. But it's all good. As long as you play, they say.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

"...This could be messy
But you don't seem to mind
Now don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this..."

do you ever feel this way? well, i can never tell, but sometimes, it gets a little rough. especially when I listen to this tune, or am on my way to work just after arranging a mellowed-down "relationship" song with the band. it doesn't scare me, but it does leave me with a sense of loneliness and despair that's not exactly easy to drive through on a scorching summer day.