Okay. TBD played Chennai recently as part of the IIT fest alongside Nerverek and Pain of Salvation. The fact that we have to open for an international act always comes with baggage. Idiot hecklers who have understandably come to watch the main act, being obviously sidelined by both organizers and the press who have an uncontrollable hard-on for Pos.
I personally knew what to expect and honestly did not like the idea one bit, opening for POS. But I was told by many people including our manager that many came to the venue to watch TBD too and the rest of the band seemed quite enthusiastic about the whole affair.
We were obviously given minimal sound check time and had to make do with an imbecile sound guy. It happens almost EVERY TIME with college fest's, what's up with you guys and idiot sound engineers? We would have a sound guy if we could afford one. After the show, I personally fest like shit 'cause of the bad monitor mixes, the virtually undecipherable rest of the band and a predominantly typical crowd barring a bunch of "open minded" people. (I don't even know what that fuckin' means anymore.)
Such event's show us what incredible oasis' festivals like NH7 are in a desert of mediocrity, for bands, with absolutely impeccable sound/sound guys, production and artist management and event management.
Music from being a catalyst to one's expression has come down being torn apart into pieces by dumb-fuck human's just like they did to religion where the messenger is being fought over than the message itself. Setting out and playing in a serious 'rock' band in a country like India is a brave move for a career choice when you would leave your fate in hands of buttons who have been engulfed by the system and conditioned beyond repair. (well if you think your'e any different, don't be offended)
Sometimes I wonder, what the fuck I am doing. What am I trying to prove? Why doesn't the indignance go away despite crossing one self inflicted horizon over an other? But Bill seems to reassure me every time, it's just a ride. People take life too seriously, they are always getting somewhere, the point is to just be. You might be called a vegetable by your parents but they're constantly trying to get some where themselves. But you take a guy like Kishore ( Adam and the fish eyed Poets) who sits his ass down and records all day being indifferent about how pathetic his surroundings really are, you tell yourself, fuck, that's spirit.
Magazines like NH7 and festivals like NH7 are showing signs of making the scene a better place to wander in. And many people are growing a self esteem after all. Hope is a beautiful word, tattooed rather badly on my hand in a language I don't even know. Let's see.....
Watch. Sigh
