It's been quite a while since I last posted on here. A lot happened the past week. I played at a Nu Metal tribute gig that went reasonably well in terms of the performance, but in terms of crowd turnout and organization, it might have been just decent. I see the music in scene in Delhi as a consequence of a trickle-down effect. If the pub's shit and organizer's shit, it's usually us musicians that have to bear the brunt of the kickback. Things get complicated. I try and concentrate on what matters - the music.
Learning how to scratch with an APC 40 is never easy, but only if you test your abilities in the higher waters, by doing something new, by challenging yourself, do you get some sort of self-satisfaction. So there I was at a pub trying to make it work, and it did. Mostly.
But the problem kind of started not before our gig, but rather after it. I initially thought I would go home right after playing the gig, but my love for music did not really allow me to go back home while a cool gig was happening. But then at around midnight, in between a band's set. People were asked to get out and go home. Apparently a couple of people got a little too drunk. Some musicians weren't given food/drinks that they were promised all in the name of organizers trying to make a quick buck. The sound engineer was pushed around a bit. Things escalated. The whole episode didn't have a good aftertaste in my head. Even though the gig went rad.
A day later, I embarked on a roadtrip to Chandigarh, a small city in Punjab where most of my relatives live, including my grandmother who I hadn't seen in quite a long time. It was a bit transformative to see my 92-year old grandmother kicking ass and being really healthy at her age. We talked a lot. It's amazing how much old people can give you a reality check on life, what you're doing and where you're going with it. I spent the remainder of my trip wondering what my next big interesting project was going to be. I'm still pretty clueless, but thinking is still a start, right?