a note linked to a memory
its crazy....sitting in the enjoyable confines of the godrej congress committee office recently, I was treated to a wave of the most amazing nostalgia by a colleague (a die hard metal head) who insisted on blasting the office with some of his progressive rock, followed by power core death metal. For those who arent connoisseurs of this particular brand of music..stick with me..theres a point to this.
'The Sound of perseverance' - an unbelievable thrash out death album (ironically the name of the band is Death as well) reminded me of those days when id come back from school in the killing heat of delhi, wind out, chug 4 glasses of 'nimbu pani' (lemon juice) and rush upstairs to change, yet more importantly press play on the cd player that would unleash 'to forgive is to suffer' and 'painkiller' to the house and its members. The angst, the vocals, the lyrics , the melodies - the pure unadulterated thrill of head banging in a small room of 'Kirti' apartments with neighbours screaming their lungs out ...damn...what memories.
those days are gone- half the fun of that music at that time was the 'release', somehow replaced by a more calm collected mature state that we grow into. Wierdly enough though, ive spent the last 2 days revisiting this album and many more from artists like kreator, digging up my collection of sepultura and black sabbath covers-not to mention some of my favorites like 'carcass'. It's not an immaturity or quarter life crisis, just an amazing feeling remembering an immortality drawn from music...and its power thereof.
I urge the masses to re-create old memories from school/college through audio/visual images; and I have an intense urge to (at some point of time) conduct a scientific study of how this could be a useful 'tool' for psychologists and shrinks worldwide to tackle midlife and quarter life crises. Think about it....depression in these situations sets in whilst viewing flasbacks from the past in morose, dull settings; but what if these same settings could be moulded to incorporate today's advances in technology...recreate 3d images, sounds and project actuals....man seems to lose his belief in immortality through age, amazingly enough- age is the road to fear.
Enough said:)...I'm heading back to one of my favorite tracks from the album - flesh and the power it holds (need I say more:))
"all alone memories still remain"
gawdd...our "sessions" would leave me with a stiff neck for the rest of the week .. each of us had developed their own style of head banging ..while dhruvi would play his thing in his room (with his balcony door ajar)..i would do the same from my balcony up in 4th floor and we'd start head banging like monkeys on coccaine..oh did i mention we were disliked for our taste in woofer bottoming tweeter ripping music?
T'was funny when when dhruv and me started playing Korn -Blind full blast during an Independance day function ,which took place right below our balconies in the center park..we pissed off a lotta patriots and lil kids who were all set to dance to some bollywood trash ..a song thanks to us couldnt be heard ...
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High Speed Dirt |
1:59 PM, July 05, 2005