I remember writing a piece called "Memories of Autumn" or something along those lines. It was written for a friend as a challenge. It was written completely in first person's point of view which I had obsession with a while ago. I was revisiting that old post seeing if there is any opening to write a follow up. At that time I did not like that story very much. It was too cheesy for my liking, but as I promised, I had posted it. I came across it today and I reread it. Actually, its not as bad as I thought it was before. Its quite decent and very lyrical. I am thinking now, very seriously, for a follow-up. This would be again in first person but this person would be the other person from first post. Yeah, well, lets see how it goes.
My parents and I have a huge generation gap. I am stuck in 70s and 80s music and movies where my parents are more people of tomorrow. Last evening my choice of monsoon evening food/snack was akki rotti. My dad ordered a pizza. I listen to melancholic Kishore Kumar music where my dad listens to pop.
Currently I am hung upon music that I haven't listened to in a while. I was pretty excited to discover Bryan Adams music on my office system. I think its been years since I have listened to him. Also, there was music from Backstreet Boys, Boyzone and some other 90s boy band. It felt as if I was back in college, gushing over Ronan or Nick Carter. I listened to most of the music and deleted from my system. I prefer "The Clash" or "Poco" any day.
I have picked up most music from TV shows. Its strange how most shows, even in case of a hardcore police procedural, I get to hear some very nice music. Thats how I first listened to "Poco", "Sage Frances", "Placebo" and "Black rebel motorcycle club". I love their works.
Labels: Boy bands, Generation gap, Muisc
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