The hope of a rainbow in the dark will continue to rule my heart, as I mourn the loss of one of my biggest idols. You were a star amongst the stars....RIP Dadu.
I was so excited when I heard that Dadu was planning to come up with another Heaven and Hell and Dio record later this year. He was battling stomach cancer but he was confident of winning over it. But I guess someone needed him more than his fans did...bon voyage Dadu.
For the Bangla Rock lovers, many would vouch that how their icon Roopam da taught them to show the \m/ (devil's horn) when a rock show was on, without knowing that it was Dadu who first taught the world what Devil's horn was.
Many of Dadu's fans all around the world would remember him as the iconic singer of Rainbow and later on Black Sabbath. But to me he was one with whom nothing would go wrong when he was on stage. Night after night whose voice would never flinch an inch even if he would start from a high A. His voice would never loose an iota of power even when he sung the highest of notes. I will always remain in awe when I watch his pitch perfect live performances and his incredible stage presence. My near and dear ones would know that I am a Maiden person but few would actually know that to me Dadu was of a different league. I cannot describe the feeling when I first rehearsed 'Rainbow in the Dark' with Rikterskale. It was a dream come true.
Thank you Ronnie James Dio (Dadu) for teaching me and thousands like me how to rock n roll...
You've got desire
So let it out
You've got the fire
Stand up and shout-shout
\m/\m/\m/\m/\m/
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Bollywood Zindabad
What is fuckin wrong? I am not being able to see that the future of Indian music lies in BOLLYWOOD...RIP Indian Rock, Pop, Fusion...if u wanna do anything cool, you need to get it approved by Bollywood(period)...I am still bloody listening to 'paradise city'...I am an asshole don't worry...Bollywood Rulezzz....rule the assholes you fucktards...god bless you and you make fucking lot of money...dont bloody think that you are so bloody good that ppl listen to you...it's out of bloody compulsion..you guys are brainwashing...nuthing else...u guys have the money..If we cud air our songs all day all night ....we wud fucking rule...you guys are so fucking coward give us a chance...you guys are retards..still in your movies you portray a heavy metal vocalist as a villain..motherfuckers...(Rock On...bloody shit)...Luke Kenny also sold his soul to Bollywood...a few days from now...Rock Street journal will have cover pics of Priyanka Chopra...I wanna drink more...this is insane...greedy bollywood invaded places where we cud peacefully sing Led Zepplin a few years ago....The glorious North-East might soon fall prey to Big Bloody 'B'.
All the Metros of India...are bloody drooling over Bollywood..Ajab Prem ki Gajab Kahani.....I need to drink more..shud I do Harakiri...please tell me...I dontfind a single place where I can sing songs that I love...It's a Sabotage....How will I fight this...It's more Old Monk that can help me....Fuck offffff
All the Metros of India...are bloody drooling over Bollywood..Ajab Prem ki Gajab Kahani.....I need to drink more..shud I do Harakiri...please tell me...I dontfind a single place where I can sing songs that I love...It's a Sabotage....How will I fight this...It's more Old Monk that can help me....Fuck offffff
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Quotation of the Day
"If we all had to say what happened to our lives in the past fifty years, we would all say in unison.......We were f**### Royally!!"..........Rikterskale (Savo).
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Your Time Will Come
"Singers release a particular amino acid from their lungs when they sing. This is why most singers are underweight. Scientifically proven fact !!".......... Really man these days so much research is going on with what not. Everyone tries to get to the root cause of anything and everything (not always on AIDS/HIV as we normally think).
BTW this was quoted by none other than Mr. Bruce Dickinson (Lead Vocalist of Iron Maiden). I was wondering why in this world of VLCCs and SlimPoints with obese men and women trying everything under the sun to lose their paunch, I managed to maintain my weight consistently within 55 kgs (maybe 5-8 kgs underweight).
Now coming to the actual story....(At last) .... For the last 10 odd years I am singing songs. Not in the bathroom....but in concerts. I get cash and for that I sing Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Europe, and Judas Priest and Iron Maiden. In the meantime I went through a series of break ups with my girlfriends, dumped my day-jobs and also left my Engineering career for singing.
Sounds good right.....hmmmmm..... story of a struggling cover band vocalist sacrificing so much in life and....and.... no not getting that elusive sweet thing called success. "How on earth do you think you will get success if you are a in a cover band." These are all expert comments and experts all over the world can be considered homogeneous with their view points.
But I had once dreamt.....dreamt of BIG stages, Pyros, screaming fans, and...and.........so much.
It boils down to one chorus line (changed accordingly) "When will my time come".
reference: Wicker Man (Chorus line---"Ur time will come")
BTW this was quoted by none other than Mr. Bruce Dickinson (Lead Vocalist of Iron Maiden). I was wondering why in this world of VLCCs and SlimPoints with obese men and women trying everything under the sun to lose their paunch, I managed to maintain my weight consistently within 55 kgs (maybe 5-8 kgs underweight).
Now coming to the actual story....(At last) .... For the last 10 odd years I am singing songs. Not in the bathroom....but in concerts. I get cash and for that I sing Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Europe, and Judas Priest and Iron Maiden. In the meantime I went through a series of break ups with my girlfriends, dumped my day-jobs and also left my Engineering career for singing.
Sounds good right.....hmmmmm..... story of a struggling cover band vocalist sacrificing so much in life and....and.... no not getting that elusive sweet thing called success. "How on earth do you think you will get success if you are a in a cover band." These are all expert comments and experts all over the world can be considered homogeneous with their view points.
But I had once dreamt.....dreamt of BIG stages, Pyros, screaming fans, and...and.........so much.
It boils down to one chorus line (changed accordingly) "When will my time come".
reference: Wicker Man (Chorus line---"Ur time will come")
Thursday, April 24, 2008
U are Allocated
"U r allocated till eternity! U can't stop." blasted the PM. It was late in the evening and I was wondering what shit to do, and there came my PM and gave me a bin full of trash (work). I said "Hello, listen I'm not going to work right now. Maybe I'll think bout it next week......huh.... (Shut Up)......I dream, my surrealistic dreams, like a Salvadore Dali masterpiece. All crazy things can happen in such a state. "Saurav Are U following me". Yaaa Yaa I'm here...I know...I think err.......
This goes on everyday. Saints did forecast that such things would happen by the end of 2007. Shit it happened. I prayed so much but nobody cared, I still landed up in this strange world of Project Mangers, Senior Specialists (experienced in screwing), System Admins (BadAss Cops), and ..... and ......the list goes on. Fretting and fuming bout my current status won't help either so.......if there's a twist in the Kahani I will let u guy's know bout it.
This goes on everyday. Saints did forecast that such things would happen by the end of 2007. Shit it happened. I prayed so much but nobody cared, I still landed up in this strange world of Project Mangers, Senior Specialists (experienced in screwing), System Admins (BadAss Cops), and ..... and ......the list goes on. Fretting and fuming bout my current status won't help either so.......if there's a twist in the Kahani I will let u guy's know bout it.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Kkkkahani Mumbai Kkkkaaaaaa (enuf K's to make my blog famous)
Lights Camera Action...... 24th Nov 07, 1:30 am I reached VT station with with ...er with a blue side bag and my hoversack but with no dreams in my eyes. I knew life would be very hard out here. They have sold their Bollywood labeled dreams to all but I never bought them coz I was very suspicious bout them. Now that I was in Mumbai I was thinking that somehow I needed to restrain myself a lot from getting lured to their dreams. I am not going to dream the Bollywood way.
10:30 am.... As usual late for the first day. Boy these people are cut throat professionals they wont allow such er...such...whats that called..yeah.......sloppy attitude. Who cares I'm a Rockstar and Rockstars are not supposed to reach office on time. They are supposed to show their middle fingure to their boss and ....err.. sorry I forgot one thing, I need to work to earn money!!! So I need to compromise a lil on this Rockstar attitude. Thats what happens to third world Rockstars. Fuck they need to go to Office!!!!!
Plush apartment, Cool office(it was pretty cold inside), good pay (far better than what I got in Kolkata doing music), good looking chics........hmmmm I thought to myself not a bad way to start a new life. Far from meagerly paid concerts, playing for an audience which likes either Atif Aslam or Rupam Islam ( Fossils's Lead Vocalist), lousy radio station managers (who wont play my album coz they claim to be a family station), and sponsors who would sponsor my album if I cancel my plan to make a Heavy Metal album. Things looked great in Mumbai to lead a non-musical life and attain professional nirvana.
Scripting storyboard... huh no big deal maaaannnn (I learnt this style from a few of my In-glish friends in Kolkata). Maybe not!.... thats what I figured out in a couple of training sessions. More than anything else it was very boring and hectic for the first few days. Gradually things fall in piece.... sorry, place and everybody adjusts to it...I mean work. I started to adjust,... moved sideways shoved back n forth and that thing went inside and was rusting sorry resting in peace, again I meant work (Uffff U guys ....don't u think of nething else).
Work hard Party harder thats the motto. This was something hard for me to digest. Previously I used to do a day job(work hard part) and then used to perform in the club (the rest used to party harder)....but it was as usual work for me. I never wanted to get to the other side....I was pretty happy being onstage. But I had to learn.... and I learnt soon.
Hotel Renessiance........ Disc-o-theque revolving balls (I meant eyeballs), laser lights, Bollywooooddddd music, DJ fuck, and swirling skirts, swinging bums, shaking #*#*$ and team leaders and Project managers and ...and .....and.....I learnt to dance (this was the second time after the Bhashan dance that we all are used to during the pratima immersion ceremony in Kolkata). Mannnnnnn I am learning quick, the rope trick of corporate lifestyle....khooooolllll (Cool).
What happened to me after that did I learn more? Tune in to this place same time same day for another session on ....whats the name of this post....have'nt named it yet...ok..It's called Kkkkahani Mumbai Kkkkaaaaaa (enuf K's to make my blog famous).
10:30 am.... As usual late for the first day. Boy these people are cut throat professionals they wont allow such er...such...whats that called..yeah.......sloppy attitude. Who cares I'm a Rockstar and Rockstars are not supposed to reach office on time. They are supposed to show their middle fingure to their boss and ....err.. sorry I forgot one thing, I need to work to earn money!!! So I need to compromise a lil on this Rockstar attitude. Thats what happens to third world Rockstars. Fuck they need to go to Office!!!!!
Plush apartment, Cool office(it was pretty cold inside), good pay (far better than what I got in Kolkata doing music), good looking chics........hmmmm I thought to myself not a bad way to start a new life. Far from meagerly paid concerts, playing for an audience which likes either Atif Aslam or Rupam Islam ( Fossils's Lead Vocalist), lousy radio station managers (who wont play my album coz they claim to be a family station), and sponsors who would sponsor my album if I cancel my plan to make a Heavy Metal album. Things looked great in Mumbai to lead a non-musical life and attain professional nirvana.
Scripting storyboard... huh no big deal maaaannnn (I learnt this style from a few of my In-glish friends in Kolkata). Maybe not!.... thats what I figured out in a couple of training sessions. More than anything else it was very boring and hectic for the first few days. Gradually things fall in piece.... sorry, place and everybody adjusts to it...I mean work. I started to adjust,... moved sideways shoved back n forth and that thing went inside and was rusting sorry resting in peace, again I meant work (Uffff U guys ....don't u think of nething else).
Work hard Party harder thats the motto. This was something hard for me to digest. Previously I used to do a day job(work hard part) and then used to perform in the club (the rest used to party harder)....but it was as usual work for me. I never wanted to get to the other side....I was pretty happy being onstage. But I had to learn.... and I learnt soon.
Hotel Renessiance........ Disc-o-theque revolving balls (I meant eyeballs), laser lights, Bollywooooddddd music, DJ fuck, and swirling skirts, swinging bums, shaking #*#*$ and team leaders and Project managers and ...and .....and.....I learnt to dance (this was the second time after the Bhashan dance that we all are used to during the pratima immersion ceremony in Kolkata). Mannnnnnn I am learning quick, the rope trick of corporate lifestyle....khooooolllll (Cool).
What happened to me after that did I learn more? Tune in to this place same time same day for another session on ....whats the name of this post....have'nt named it yet...ok..It's called Kkkkahani Mumbai Kkkkaaaaaa (enuf K's to make my blog famous).
Monday, February 4, 2008
The Power Chords
It was 3:25 pm and I was getting restless. Umzz called me when he and Chiroda (his brother) left Pune, and promised to call me once they reach Panvel. I simply could not sit and work anymore. Frankly it was not another day when I would make a perpetual boring face and stare at the computer (that's my official stance).So I picked up ma bag, shut the computer and left Leela Business Park. Once outside I gave Umzz a missed call, and he called up and said their car tyre got punctured midway as they were driving towards Panvel on the highway. It will take some time to fix it, and they would reach by 6:30. I thought to myself "there's no point watching Steve Harris's daughter singing. I just wanna see her father and his friends in action." So I settled down with a cutting chai and ordered the paanwala "Bhaiya chaar paan banaiye. Kalkatta patta with no Kathha but only chuna, kachcha supari, ek-so-bis, aur elaichi."
Dust to dust.....to dust......to dust........ I'm very allergic to it. At 5:00 MMRDA was full of dust, long haired black tee shirt clad maniacs (of all shapes and sizes) and cars. A bunch of guys and a few (non Shahrukh fan) girls were crowding a stall were Iron Maiden official tour merchandise were being sold, a chaiwala was doing brisk business, some of the over enthusiasts who drank too much were puking, and I was waiting for Umzz to arrive.
Chiroda looked cool with his dark shades. Umzz and I started doing calculations as when should we enter the arena so that we could only watch Maiden and nothing else.
Sounds very snobbish, but both of us knew that we could not take anything else.
7:25..... we were waiting, the sound guys were checking, rechecking, re-rechecking the onstage sound gears. King khan was promptly shown the middle finger by young metalheads as the giant screen screened the Pepsi ad.
Shahrukh....middle fingerr....!!#*^^**## ...Mumbai.... equations were hardly matching.
Who cares for fuckin equations we were waiting for our Dadus to come on stage.
"We'll defend our island,.... we'll never surrender"
7:49 pm, the voice of Winston Churchill echoed across the MMRDA grounds. It was time for the Gods to descend and then "there was light".
Was there really light? Was it blinding? To know all these and more, keep watching this space.
"UP THE IRONS"
Dust to dust.....to dust......to dust........ I'm very allergic to it. At 5:00 MMRDA was full of dust, long haired black tee shirt clad maniacs (of all shapes and sizes) and cars. A bunch of guys and a few (non Shahrukh fan) girls were crowding a stall were Iron Maiden official tour merchandise were being sold, a chaiwala was doing brisk business, some of the over enthusiasts who drank too much were puking, and I was waiting for Umzz to arrive.
Chiroda looked cool with his dark shades. Umzz and I started doing calculations as when should we enter the arena so that we could only watch Maiden and nothing else.
Sounds very snobbish, but both of us knew that we could not take anything else.
7:25..... we were waiting, the sound guys were checking, rechecking, re-rechecking the onstage sound gears. King khan was promptly shown the middle finger by young metalheads as the giant screen screened the Pepsi ad.
Shahrukh....middle fingerr....!!#*^^**## ...Mumbai.... equations were hardly matching.
Who cares for fuckin equations we were waiting for our Dadus to come on stage.
"We'll defend our island,.... we'll never surrender"
7:49 pm, the voice of Winston Churchill echoed across the MMRDA grounds. It was time for the Gods to descend and then "there was light".
Was there really light? Was it blinding? To know all these and more, keep watching this space.
"UP THE IRONS"
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