Last metro

I haven't been writing much for the past few months, I know. 

First, it was because I had nothing to say. I felt nothing and did nothing for 4 months. When I did feel it was only boredom and self pity and anger at myself. So much so that my friends noticed without me being all that explicit about it. I couldn't write anything, so I collected quotes (I'll do something with them later, now isn't the right time for them) that spoke for me instead. 

This song is one of those.

Now, it's because I have no time. Although I've written more posts in the past month than in the past 4 months. I sometimes brim with images all in my head and sentences which I dictate to myself but they die away as soon as I reach my bed and fall down exhausted.

I wanted to write because I was listening to mouse on the keys who are just so fucking insaayyyynneeee. I want to club that drummer on the head and take him back to my cave. That amount of talent deserves to get the living daylights fucked out of it. And there are two keyboard players. I've always loved the simple piano-drum combination. Sometimes I can't keep up, but in a good way.

In the metro I realized that catching the last metro has its own zen-ness. I've had lasik surgery and I now have 6/6 vision (not in full HD yet exactly but most of the time its high quality) but lights still remain blurry with a halo/starburst, which makes me feel like I'm on acid sometimes. Specially when I see reflections of lamps near Yamuna bank on the window in front of me like fluorescent mushrooms. All the lights are orange, and when we cross the river everything seems lit with a thousand eyes. It makes me feel really peaceful when I have good music on and I'm sitting in the train with about a hundred other people but I feel like I'm alone and in my zone. Sometimes it makes me go into that part of my head where being alone is not good and I start boxing myself in again, but usually these days I can get out of it by worrying about something else.

Today we had a shoot, not very productive. But a begger lady did spit on us. And policemen were pointing out irony to us and being strangely humane and understanding. Tomorrow we have to shoot a scene with a 6 foot tall heart. It cost us quite a bit of money and too much fucking time (I managed a last minute hustle) and I wish I could smash it after the shoot...just for drama :D 

On sunday after whiskey and poker at the office, my friend (#1 from the last post) took me to a party in Asola. We came to the house through beautiful, rocky, winding roads that suddenly emerged after the shitty murderous roads of our city. It was a very ghar type scene and we played dumpsharaz (dumb charades for all you angrez tattas) and sat up drinking till the morning. After which we decided to climb up the nearby tanki. 

Driving into the area at night and out of it in the morning made me long for the hills. 

I'm sorry I have nothing special to report. This week is going to be death.

 I was talking to myself earlier about how I love bass (no bass in mouse on the keys) and how bass is like the humble backbone of a band, the basslines I love the most are the simple ones that just hook you without trying too hard. Sometimes guitars can be the heart, the head or the cock, the bass is soul. The best bass is the Id to the Superego. You can just feel it in your body, even if the other elements overpower it, if you're paying attention, you know that the song will be nowhere without the bass. Sometimes it jumps right out at you and infects you straight off and defines how you feel about the rest of the song, it shines out and doesn't let the more conventionally flashy elements steal from its fucking pounding swagger that throbs in your head. Sometimes I feel really bad when I'm trying to get someone to hear a peculiarity in a song that I can always hear or like what a particular riff says to me and they don't hear it. It almost feels like a rejection. Ok now I really know I'm talking bullshit because it's 2am and I'm trying to explain things you can't explain and sounding really inarticulate and dumb.