House Concert


There is a bar near my house, Flight 605. I go there occassionally because they have host music gigs on Sunday. I have watched ( & heard? ) great Folk music there. Every single artisit had something unique in their gigs, Barrow Brass Band had songs 20min long, Sophie Mashlan played great guitar, Phil Edwards Band had lyrics with which I could completely relate to. One of the artists was Fables.

Last weekend, she hosted a house gig along with three other bands/artists: Albi from Albi and the Wolves, The Goth and the Pixie and Victoria Vigensar. Since I have never been to a house gig like that before, I was really looking forward to it. That Friday night turned out to be one of the best nights I have had.

 

The show was in the lounge and was full of people. I noticed a couple of other things too. I could guess that only artists lived there. The lounge had canvasses and paints in one side while the stage area was surrounded by amplifiers and instrument cases. The walls were adorned by posters of previous gigs they had attended; so many posters that I wondered what would happen if they ever go out for more: will they tear down those posters or will start on a new room? I never asked them that. The lights were dimmed and stage was brightened by three or four lights of different colors which obscured the artists faces.

I met a few people as I got in. I had only heard Fables perform before so everyone was new. I guess I had the impression that the artists wouldn’t be mingling around because when the performances started I was amused by the fact that I was just speaking to the person.

Albi & the Wolves’ Albi was the first to perform. He was great, he set the mood for the night. He was funny when he wasn’t performing and would stop to laugh whenever someone cracked a joke. He told us about the marketing trick of 3 plugin or endorsements during his gig and kept reminding other artists to do the same cracking the audience up. I sang along to his songs ( I don’t remember the lyrics anymore, just the feeling ) tapped my foot at the beats that he set. He was so excited about his performance that a couple of times that he bounced on the stool and afterwards when I was talking to him he said I should come watch the band perform with another jump. Performing to him is such an innocent joy that I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at him, glad that I spoke with him.

The Goth and The Pixie were dressed as named. He was goth and she was the pixie. When I sat down to watch Albi I thought of them as just another person in the audience and it was only after I saw Pixie take out her violin to play along (more on this later) I realized that they were gonna have a gig. The guy, or the Goth I should say was full of one-liners which made their gig more entertaining. They even had a small spoken word poetry embedded inside one of their songs. She told us about her time in a different city and she was suggested that she could write a song about some people and she did. Inspiration can come from anywhere.

I knew some of Fables’ songs. She is active Facebook and because of her I came to know about the house show. It was one of the few times that Facebook proved to be useful. She is a different person when she sings as compared to when she talks, not drastically different but just enough to think that two are different people. Her songs are great and as I was writing this I found a few videos of her performances. But between her songs she talks about stuff, everyday stuff that it’s like a conversation between two friends.

Victoria was the first person that I met that night and she was the second person to perform. She doesn’t hold her punches back in her songs, singing about the big issues. I remember two of her songs distinctly well: one was about Syrian refugees and baby Alan, the other was regarding homeless people. There is such emotion in her voice that carries the message through to the heart. During one of her songs, Pixie from Goth and Pixie started playing her violin with them and it was just so beautiful to watch them all perform.

There is no easy way to conclude this piece. I don’t even think that title does the gig justice but I couldn’t think of a better one. I should have written this piece about a week ago but I was busy and out of writing practice. There is no point to this post right now other than to talk about the fantastic people I met and saw. Maybe introduce some of you to good music.

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RIP Chester Bennington


 

Image Credits: Linkin Park Official Facebook

I didn’t know this would be a shock. After all, I hardly listen to Linkin Park anymore. I ‘outgrew’ their songs as I tell everyone. I have moved on to songs where the singers isn’t shouting or the guitar sounds don’t hurt my ears. Yet when I opened Facebook today, I saw a lot of my friends posting ‘RIP Chester’ and I was shook.

I started listening to their songs again, all of them. ‘Numb’, ‘In the End’, ‘Leave out all the Rest’, ‘Breaking the Habit’, ‘Castle of Glass’ and kept going discovering songs I haven’t listened anymore. Their new single ‘Talking to Myself’ was released just hours before his suicide ( I am not going to say demise. He committed suicide, there is no way I can soften it it up).

His voice sounds different now, I hear his voice with a new clarity now and I get a bigger shock now. How did I never see this coming?!


Linkin Park introduced me to Western rock music. I was in school and at home, we had cable channel which played songs on demand. My brother and I would wait to hear songs that were popular at the time. We enjoyed Backstreet Boys and Nelly Furtado because the lyrics were understandable, the music groovy. I was young, my command on English wasn’t that strong.

We heard ‘In the End’ the very first time. We loved it. My mom definitely didn’t cause she told us to change the channel. After a while she stopped telling us to change the channel when she realized that we loved the songs.

I could only articulate the chorus. It didn’t matter much to us, we were hooked. It was only a matter of time that we were glued to the channel and we heard more of Linkin Park’s songs. VH1 started running in India and we heard more of Linkin Park’s songs. They were really popular in India, anyone who heard any Western music knew them. They were many hardcore fans who had heard every song.

Navin and I were headbanging to ‘Faint’, watching their ‘Breaking the Habit’ video in cause of anime video, we loved ‘By Myself’ because the video was a montage of Dragon Ball Z and I felt really bad for the lead actress in their ‘Numb’ music video. I was too young to understand what their music was.


A couple of years later, when my brother was in College/High School he and his friends formed a band. They would sit in our house because it was 5 min away from their college  and listen to songs. At that point we were deep into rock music, we would listen to Metallica’s “One”, Foo Fighters “Pretender” and so much more. My brother had burned an entire CD full of rock music and he would turn it on all the time.

Linkin Park songs made their way into the CD even then. One of the friends was a hardcore fan. He spoke in length about the band members but I don’t recall him talking about their song’s meaning. I guess it was something that no one really spoke about but left it to interpretation. We should have. Around the time, they had released a new album which wasn’t all that popular but still good. One of their songs ‘Shadow of the Day’ was completely different from all of their previous songs.

Navin’s friend Rajesh commented on the song and I paraphrase: It sounds so peaceful, you can listen to it and fall asleep but when you listen to the lyrics you realize that it is the completely opposite of that. It has been 8 years or more since. The memories have suddenly been surfaced from their long sleep in my brain since I read about Chester’s suicide this morning.


I still have some of their songs. I am no longer oblivious to their meaning. When I listen to their songs, I am teleported to my old home sitting in front of the tele and watching their videos. I realize that even back in the 2000s, they sang about mental issues and yet were mainstream artists. I don’t think that happens anymore.

I have read people talking about Tupac, Chris Cornell, Alan Rickman, Prince, Micheal Jackson’s death but I never really UNDERSTOOD what they meant. I do now. It is not a good place. He sang about his issues and I never heard that.

I could quote their songs, I am listening to their songs now and I could use ALL of them to tell you what I feel like now. It isn’t fair that I riding nostalgia and guilt listening to their music, when Chester is no more with us. It isn’t fair I realized the meaning behind his lyrics and the strength of his voice ONLY after he killed himself.

Weekend Coffee Share: Graduation Week


If we are having coffee, I will talk all about my week. It was full, filled with different people of different background and different perspectives. It also was the week when I graduated with a Masters of Engineering.

The past weekend has been one of the best weekends so far. It was filled with great weather, a great conversation and two free music festivals. I was headbanging in one and dancing in another. Firstly, it is my first Christmas in a Christian country and the city is festive. Every house is adorned with lights and Xmas trees & I just love looking at the bright houses after dark. According to my friends I have to visit Richman street in the city (aptly named as it is an affluent area).


(Sorry for the shaky cam)I attended the annual Auckland Christmas in the Park. It was was cold & raining lightly but I was surprised to find a lot of people attending. The numbers increased as evening turned dark. The event had a host of native artists performing famous international tunes and a few Maori songs. I kind of love the native songs and I am slowly exploring the country’s artists. One of my favorite songs after I started discovering Kiwi artists has to be ‘This Life’ by Fly My Pretties. The song is in English but there is definitely a Kiwi vibe in the song.

The event was closed by a great fireworks display. Then I went on to checkout the fair in the park, which was closing down at the time but was still lit up. I think the lighting made for a great photoshoot.

 

 

Next day, I went to the North Shore specifically for a alternative rock music festival called ‘Devonstock’. The festival featured around 5 bands with varied genres and at least 2 of which were still in college. I was shocked at the music they were able to produce even if I found their stretched out guitar solos a bit annoying. Because of the event I got to know about some more up and coming NZ artists and found a new favorite song.

 


I graduated from University this week. Finally, after almost 10 months of struggles and hardwork, I did it. I have to thank a friend for convincing me to go. I loved the event fully and the next day, I got an award to recognize my work over the year. I am awaiting photos for the event but this is the award:

 

Graduation

 

 


Yesterday, I went with some new friends to Piha Beach. Two big things: the beach is black in color. The seawaves foam when crashing at the beach. The wet sand ripples when stepping on it, it is like walking on a stretched piece of cloth, with the area around the feet changing its texture because of the weight. It was my first road trip after a long time.


I heard one of the best jokes yesterday. I know a guy who works at Green Peace NZ. His team made a mocking video of NZ Prime Minister Bill English and at a party, my friends’ boss got a little drunk. He felt bad about the mocking video.

So he decided to text the Prime Minister to apologize for the video.

THE PRIME MINISTER TEXTS BACK!

“Its all good mate, all in good fun!”

I couldn’t stop laughing at that for minutes.


I finally went for a bike party. I have been increasingly involved with different biking groups in the city and yesterday was another one. It was disappointing. We met at a park, used a public BBQ for dinner and roam around. It was good but I couldn’t just stay at one place. They went about very slowly, talking and chilling while I couldn’t wait to just go somewhere.

Nonetheless, it is one thing I can tick off.


If everything I did was not enough, today there was a pre wedding celebration. I had two choices, sit awkwardly or dance awkwardly. I chose dancing awkwardly and it was a great decision.

I am just thinking of my week to come, I don’t know what will I do now.

Cord Struck : Are We Listening?


Daily prompt
( Strike a Chord

Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.)

Rains splashing,
Thunder growling,
Lightening flashing.

Some place:
Waves crashing,
Winds whistling.

Some days:
Birds chirping,
Dogs growling,
Cats purring.

Everyday they play,
Instruments of the Creator:
Never did they fray,
Nothing ever sounds soother.

Seems like noise they are,
But when you are listening,
If seconds you could spare;
Complements the visuals glistening.

Instruments come and go,
Physical will be replaced by digital,
But these will forever be aboriginal.

Let’s see what others have written:
http://fearfuldragon.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord/
http://inconversion.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/meeting-an-old-friend/
http://dailymusing57.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord/
http://coffeeandathought.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/promptly-forgotten/
http://willowscottling.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/i-chose-voice/
http://bobbeck1600.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/daily-prompt-strike-a-chord/
http://jillofalltirades.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord/
http://mjamesjackson.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/guitars-and-video-games/
http://thefinickycynicat.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord-the-daily-post-challenge/
http://learningneverstops.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-guitar-man/
http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-daily-post-strike-a-chord-violin-acoustics/
Struck a Chord
http://fabulouswitfeyz.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/daily-prompt-strike-a-chord/
http://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/still-my-guitar-gently-weeps/
Clair by Ruswa Fatehpuri
http://traversinglines.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/technique-to-my-technics/
http://principledduff.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/healing-with-the-hank-drum/
http://shivanshchaudhary.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/tinkling-sound-through-my-soul/
http://risingrave28.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/musica/
http://teepee12.com/2014/07/03/in-love-with-the-piano/
http://duniyaku.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord-stevie-wonder-wannabe/
http://flippyzipflop.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/daily-prompt-strike-a-chord/
Daily Prompt: Strike a Chord – The Lost Chord
http://joantatley.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-guitar/
http://knsalustro.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/brass-noise/
http://hooray4rae.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/do-re-me/
http://kartikkotian.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-symphony/
Guitar Hero: Daily Post
http://vittorioezra.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/tug-tu-tak-tug-tug-tak-tsh-shuk/
http://joatmon14.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/i-could-play/
http://psibrone.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/463/
http://bohemianstargypsy.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/brass-of-the-brave-daily-prompt-strike-a-chord/
http://jaynesdailypost.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord/
All That Resonates
http://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/one-of-my-dreams/
http://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-drum-beats-no-longer/
http://mamacormier.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord/
http://livingonborroweddays.com/2014/07/01/sparrows-journaling-fixation-back-of-the-queue-the-cello/
http://kate0murray.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/tweet-clang-crash/
http://underthemonkeytree.com/2014/07/03/musically-inclined/
http://fazalabbaswarraich.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/coke-studio-my-favourite-five-songs/
http://awanderingstoryteller.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/to-play-or-not-to-play-that-is-the-question/
I was in a meeting today where people said no: is that allowed?
http://noririn148.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/daily-prompt-strike-a-chord/
http://robertjepson.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/steps-of-musical-understanding/
http://fibercompulsion.com/2014/07/03/musical-instrument/
Ah the sound of the grade school recorders
http://kansamuse.me/2014/07/03/music-to-my-ears/
http://anecdotefictionindia.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord/
http://blainecindy.com/2014/07/03/a-dream-come-true/
http://thedespicablehuntress.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-daily-post-strike-a-chord/
http://seikaiha.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/daily-prompt-strike-a-chord/
http://fazalabbaswarraich.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/strike-a-chord-dhol-beats/
http://activearmywife.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/stimulant/
http://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/violins-and-sex-education/
http://tombalistreri.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/my-choice-is-voice/
http://alanewart.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/daily-post-be-careful-with-that-axe/
http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/04/13/daily-post-obsession/
http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-sound-of-a-single-instrument/
http://guthonestfaith.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/until-you-are-blue-in-the-face/
http://onesahmscrazylife.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/the-keys-to-my-heart/
Handpicked and Handcrafted
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/dance/
http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/cheerful/
Things NOT to Worry About
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