Tuesday, 15 November 2011

The Bicycle Days at B Flat - UNCUT

Dreadlocks, a leather beret and a familiar Floyd note was all The Bicycle Days cared to give us as an intro to their unique brand of psychedelic rock music. The Bangalore-based band performed at B Flat, Indiranagar, on Friday, 28th Oct. It was their new bassist Abhishek’s debut on home ground. The 8 p.m. gig started out with an experimental reggae-trance sound, making the 5-member band seem like an acquired taste. By the end of the evening, TBD settled into racier Radiohead-influenced material, which pleased their head-banging, foot-tapping fans.

The band’s opening number, ‘27’, had the much-required, shiver-down-your-spine effect on their early-bird audience. Taken off their 2010 debut EP '42', the song first sounded like Pink Floyd; suddenly it sprouted alien sounds and drummed itself into something halfway melodic!

The second song, ‘Zorbing in Space’, confirmed the band’s non-conformity with the basic rules of song-writing. It gave us a glimpse of lead singer Karthik’s Marley phase. Following the half-hearted applause from the audience, they decide to talk to us about their third song. “This is Something Human”, said guitarist Rahul Ranganath, “It’s about humans.”

As soon as the Metallica news started dampening spirits at our table, the Bicycle Days kicked in with ‘Tele Drug Zombies’. It reminded us of Incubus with a slight jazz undertone. A hand full of die-hard TBD fans were lingering at the bar, mouthing the lyrics of ‘Fevered Ego Circus’ and bouncing up and down to the more upbeat ‘Something Human’. Little did they know that Karthik Basker had listed this song as ‘Something Gay’ on his tissue paper setlist.


I like a band that doesn’t take itself too seriously and chills out with the audience more for the love of music than for the love of themselves! The Bicycle Days weren’t trying to be cute or charming. They didn’t play to the audience, but they did encourage applause. “We want more energy, Bangalore! Get drunk!” instructed Karthik just before their 5-minute timeout. “Awesome guys!” cheered the front row tables.

Our table was filled with half-empty beer bottles and Kung Pao potato. We were surrounded by the usual chilled-out Bangalore crowd, who just wanted to escape the Diwali bang-bang, which seems to be the only music we’ve been forced to hear over the past week!

While observing the crowd, I snuck away to the starstudded B Flat restroom, where Rihanna and Cher paintings made the Bangalore gals look rather gossipy and insignificant. A sneak-peak into the green room shed light on the band’s seemingly sober state. All I found was one can of Red Bull. When I returned, I heard a friend complain of how B Flat smelt like the corner where Landmark stores its Barbie dolls! By the time I soaked in the smells and sights of this tastefully decorated pub, The Bicycle Days had subtly returned with their sixth song ‘In This Moment’. It was the only song with a hint of Indian classical instruments, but it retained the band’s mysterious experimental tone. On their MySpace page, the band categorises their genre as ‘Alterantive / Experimantal / Indie’ music. But I think the word ‘Alternative’ is the only one that truly captures their essence.

Seventh on tonight’s setlist, ‘Radio Song’ was slow and enchanting. Maybe not as a much of a ear-pleaser, it had the energy to captivate listeners. Finally I could place Bicycle Days in the same zone as alternative rock band Radiohead’s 'OK Computer' album. The band thanked the audience for the heartfelt applause that followed.

Mostly instrumental, ‘No Battery’ started off with dripping-water sounds and progressed into squeaky echoes of a child’s voice. Karthik had his arms folded across his chest and he randomly threw in some awkward hand gestures, which perfectly matched the song. The Bicycle Days had escaped into a world of its own. I sensed an element of disconnect, because of the lack of eye contact and verbal communication among band members. But more experienced TBD fans seemed to disagree. “Tonight the band is very ‘in-sync’ with each other. They’ve tremendously improved since the last time I saw them,” said Shruti Naik, who had attended TBD’s Dec 2010 gig at Xtreme Sports Bar, Bannerghatta.

As the night progressed, the 6-year-old video-gamer behind us fell asleep in his father’s arms. This didn’t stop his rocker-dad from head-banging and air-guitaring to ‘Circles’, the most popular song of the night. ‘Circles’ was the encore and became my favourite as well. The stick-in-your head guitar riffs caught my attention and sustained it through indecipherable lyrics. Considering I was a first-timer to a Bicycle Days gig and to B Flat, I couldn’t afford to be biased. But being a wordsmith, the absence of meaningful lyrics was my only pet peeve for the night.

The show met a 'Sober Death', which the band had strategically saved as the last song on their setlist. Throughout the gig, I was dying to ask the bassist, Abhishek, about the psychedelic stickers on his guitar but had to contend with staring at the equally psychedelic Dylan poster on the B Flat wall. Overall, I came away with an acquired sense of appreciation for the band’s music and a strong desire to see them live more often.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Puddled Musings

In a puddle I ponder
Of love, hope and wonder



If I could wash away my innocence
In muddy puddles of rain
Would it make me any more insane?

If I could drink an ounce of joy
And love that tramp for who he is
Would I know all the answers to the next quiz?

If I could cheat the wealth of an obstinate fool
After counting each blessed sin
Would I be allowed to evil grin?

If I could measure darkness
Of an empty room
Would hearts be filled with that much gloom?

If I could confide in a summer ray
And anchor hope on bashful pride
Would you bother to choose a side?

If I could thread sparked thought on a spindle
And weave enough to make a skirt
Would I still be dreaming here on earth?

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Dream on

We can grow to the extent of our dreams.
Anything outside of this realm seems unreal, unME!
There's a reason we're told to dream big, reach for the stars.
Tonight, there's a song called DREAM that refuses to leave my playlisted head.
It reminds me of this poem I made up in the eight grade. Five years after it was written, two lines got published in the school magazine.
Dream of the world the way you see it
Make the world the way you dream it
And year before last it was mutilated and added as a quote to the month of April in a corporate calendar. Since then I have given up on a list of dreams. I have cut and proportioned myself to look like the person I thought I should be. On the way, giving up many of the pleasures of dreaming. I once thought of becoming a beautician so that I could punish little girls with horrendous haircuts similar to the ones I was forced to have during my preteens.

May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

It seems only the young are allowed such dreams. Such altering states of imagined achievement in our little heads. Now they're labeled fantasies, analyzed my men called Sigmond and discarded as minor infractions in normal thought process. As an adult,I'm not allowed to envision long lustfully gorgeous hair swaying in the breeze as I, the trapeze artist, sway from one silk ladder to the next. Sigh!

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream


THANK YOU PRESCILLA AHN :) I shall be humming this tune for days to come.