Somewhere in my memory: My first concert with the MGPA
With a few years of carnatic vocals under my belt...
Thank God it’s Thursday!
Thank God it’s Thursday! I remember listening to the Abba with my older cousins in their home in Bombay. We would be watching the sea from the balcony, taking in the fishy smell that wafted through the air. I would have been a little older than three years then, but my memory of associating ‘Voulez...
Somewhere in my memory: My first concert with the MGPA
With a few years of carnatic vocals under my belt (albeit over two decades ago), and with a short-lived stint at playing the guitar, I am no musician. My family is music-obsessed, but aside from being able to name rock artists of the 60s and 70s, my expertise ends there. When, in 2024, I was...
Calling the #Shortz
Standing under the leafy canopy outside the rehearsal hall on a Friday evening, you are likely to hear more hoots of laughter and guffaws of merriment than the angelic voices of children harmonizing. However, in-between the umpteen inside jokes and dashing around recklessly during their break and filing out now and then for sectionals, the...
Random Musical Thoughts
I was ten when I first joined a choir. I was being auditioned, not by choice, for the school choir and was trying to sound like a bass and so deliberately not hitting the notes I was required to. My dad, the bass I was trying to imitate, was informed and he asked me “do...