tragic

hmmm i used to play this song… when i was in the band back in 1996!

flowers, i sent,
were found dead on their arrival
the words, i said,
inserted foot in my mouthful
so when, we dance,
my lead it ain’t so graceful
(isn’t so, not ain’t so)

i’m a hapless romantic
st-t-tuttering p-poet
just call me a tragic comic
cause i’m, in, in love with you

and when, we dine,
i forget to push in your seat
i wear, the wine,
spilling hearts all over my sleeve
a stitch, in time,
proposing down on my knees
(splitting between the seams)

i’m a hapless romantic
st-t-tuttering p-poet
just call me a tragic comic
cause i’m, in, in love with you

nobody, can know the,
trouble i’ve, seen
nobody, can know the,
trouble i, get into,
when i’m with you

god, some wonderful days those were… we used to practice on my terrace, and then when we got complains from all the surrounding buildings (including ours), we moved to a mate’s place in jogeshwari, right in front of fantasy-land! man we thrashed that place! we were the loudest ever!

then we got a break, playing at sophiesta… and had a amazing line up… anthrax, guns ‘n roses, mr.big, extreme, judas priest, iron maiden etc.

aah the few hours of fame! being on stage, chicks crying out loud below for encore, one of us doing some solo or the other… yash (our lead player) had this amazing arpeggio from “breaking the law” (priest)… mehul (our bass player) had an intro solo along with sheldon (our drummer). vinay (our lead singer) had a stretch on anthrax… and me… hehe… me being the rythm guitarist, created a whole new, “grunge” version of “every breath you take” (police), which the crowd went nuts on!!!

the funniest was when we were introducing our line-up to the crowd as our opener… the crowd was a normal janta (expecting bon jovi, bryan adams) and here we are, all geared up to trash some shit out to them. yes, and vinay goes like, “who here loves anthrax”… 2 seconds, 5 seconds, 10 seconds… nothing but silence… and then one hand goes up… with a scream…. “we doo!!”… i look up, to see my mate, avichal there jumping up and down, doing his “cool” act! god! for that minute, with the question on everyone’s faces, asking, “wtf is anthrax?”, i so wanted to dig my face in between my knees and just vanish… but then, as we started, the crowd began to love us!

miss those days!