Moosic for the Asses?

The (not so) funny thing about guys in the music scene in Karachi is two weird extremes that reside, killing music as it should be.

The first is the little boys / balding men who to this day have one singular motto “guitar bajaoonwa, bachee phansaoonwa”. Some of them have talent, most of them don’t and their playlists show a certain kind of downloading off limewire, which goes to prove that they do have the internet to learn the better ways into music. Yet, their ulterior motive gets the best of them. They will to any suffering end, just die to get on stage for the sole purpose of attracting the babes. From guys who could never be punctual about anything in life, to bands that sing songs like 5 choohay gharsey nikley, their devoted passion is to make a song, record it in a studio, make a music video for the song and dress up for the video, impress babes, and spend the rest of their days attending ‘I love you’ calls from random women, the more the merrier *shudder at the thought*

The second extreme holds within it musicians with the best of skills that have seemingly transcended from the great Michael Angelo himself. Guys who could play guitar properly with both their right AND left hands on the fret board, drummers who could play beats ranging from a simple 4/4 extended to a jazz tone to beats that go into 27/39 at a 500 beats/min tempo. Vocalists that can give Adam Lambert and Miles Kennedy both have a run for their money! And yet, what do they end up playing, Atif Aslam hits. And this kind doesn’t play Atif Aslam to attract babes, no! These people show more interest in a pack of cigarettes of a packet of gutka than a sultry diva willing to give up her everything for them. These guys are the guru’s of…………..nothingness. They dwell in their apartments all day, spends nights on the streets, and earn via recording simple riffs and pieces or entire songs for the category 1 boys.
Somehow Aunty Disco Project or ADP doesn’t seem to fit into either the two categories above, or the one below. Maybe transsexual men in a band don’t have a distinction other then the mentioned for them yet. Such discrimination and racism, tsk, I’m lovin it!

So at least those two live off each other and live their dreams. So where does the grey line lie? Where do the guys that play a mix of where the west has risen to, along with mixing our own roots to bring out experimentation that pleases the heart. Now, since this is something that is very specific, most of the people don’t understand this music and thus hardly listen to it. This brings them to not allow those who have a proper taste/knowledge of what the music should be and where it should drive forth to grow further! What happens to these musicians then? Half of them stay hidden in their jam rooms, doing infrequent jams to quench their thirst for making music, the biggest name amongst them being Coven. The other half however, resorts to playing what the masses want to hear, and thus silently kill themselves inside to be popular and famous in hopes of someday making music that will be accepted and will be theirs (tough luck most of them just never get around making their own songs).
So kids what have we learned today? That OBA needs Marketing lessons in terms of how to brand a band of transsexuals properly!

And thus we get to our word of the day: neegrO (and no this doesn’t have anything to do with music, but rather with how my HR MaNger (This is NOT a spelling mistake, how many times will the guy explain to you all) claims teaching people in a govt. office is like Bath a Negro and think it’ll turn him white! *mutates into a hyena and dies of laughter, resurrects and resumes the laughing until his stomach hurts*