Wild Child

He believes that he's a back door man

When he's around with his LA woman,

But he doesn't care about his wild love

Cause he's a wandering musician.

He knew that the day destroyed the night

And the night divided the day

But at highways dawn he used to wait for the sun

On a cold blue Sunday.

He was having strange days

So one day he went to a whiskey bar

A purple car hissed by the cafe window

The wild child poured some beer from a jar

It was five to one in the evening

And it was time for him to return home

To the same old hyacinth house

Where he'd eat lemons in a latino chrome

He wrote to the devil before he slept

And asked him to bless the world with a crystal car

That would take everone on a moonlight drive

Where engines would run on glue and tar

The wild child finally fell asleep

And dreamt of a soft parade with bull fights

The night finally came to an end

It came to an end, the american night.

I FORGOT IT AGAIN!

Its just weird how music has seeped into my life. Every sound I hear, I try to put it in a specific beat. After a few tries when the beat finally has a definition, I try to put some tune to it. ‘Wow, this sounds amazing’ is the reaction I always have. After a few hours when I try to remember the little song I made with my neuron mixers, I fail to remember it. Then one thought that always comes to my mind is – ‘DAMN, I should’ve recorded it. This thing has happened a lot of times and still does but at that very moment, you’re totally into your song, into your creation, into something that is making you happy cause you created it. At that time, you fail to remember a recording device.

I was climbing stairs with my dad today. This is where the music comes in. He was climbing with a specific speed and there were 16 steps. The speed was totally constant so that makes it a normal 4/4 tempo. I matched his footsteps with mine and used the railings in the form of Hi-Hats. Sounded pretty good. I could hear him breathe after he took a step and it ended just as he put his foot on the next step. During each landing, I used my feet to change the tempo and a solo used to pop up. Whenever dad changed his pace, I used to take it as an odd time signature, just to make myself happyJ.

Music is a peculiar thing. Once you start enjoying it, it seizes your mind and the grapple is so tight that you can never get rid of it. I remember my early johnian days when I used to tell people how foolish they were as they liked listening to music. Now I realise how pathetic i was J. When I started listening to good music and NOT fancy stuff telling us how girls shake their booty in a pimp mobile, I was probably the only kid in the whole grade who was into it. There were kids listening to all sorts of weird genres. By the time I passed out, half of them started listening to good music and realised how pathetic they were.

It’s still strange how music has changed my life. There’s always a smile on my face whenever I do a specific thing and it turns out to be a song. Hip-Hop numbers with girls shaking their booties might force you to wear your dancing shoes, but they can just help you dance for those 5 mins. Good music helps you every minute of your life. All you need to do is understand it J.

‘Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.’ – James marshall ‘Jimi’ Hendrix.

Absolut Boredom

The mushroom took over the rainbow

And mermaids built underwater scarecrows

The man in the moon skipped a heart beat

When he heard the morning cock’s crows

Of meandering paths, and misty mounts

This song shall never be

Like a wiff of smoke, or the roar of a fire

It shall travel mirthfully

We sacrificed a goat on an ancient pyre

And penguins clapped as we concluded

And the meerkat king, sat on a tyre

As the sacrifice, oh well we blew it

A voodoo lady cursed us

With her blue hammerhead wand

And sent us to a pixie land

Where our luscious souls were corned

By the world's most awesome band

We returned to earth with cured souls

And got wings which helped us fly

But the voodoo lady controlled the flight

And sent us to Vivek High

Lennon just smirked at us

Coz we missed the big yellow walrus bus

We're now going to fight without sword or shields

We're going to a place called strawberry fields

Somehow this stupid rhyme

Ended up getting lost in time

Coz this song maybe

Was never meant to be

But when did we forget our dreams

of loads of chocolate sauce on ice-creams

How long do you think this can go on?

From the darkened dusk to the gates of dawn.