Almost Famous

Continued from BabyI Can Drive Your Car

The drive from Stockholm to Borlange covers some of the prettiest stretches I have ever been on. Once I hadtravelled from Florence to Rome on a train and was mesmerised by the sight of many different shades of greenon the Tuscany countryside. Topographically, Sweden looks a lot different. The lush green fields of thiscountryside with patches of extremely bright yellow mustard crop are spread over large tracts of land. Youwill find at least two-dozen lakes on the way. 

The setting is perfect for a Shah Rukh-Rani duet. Instead Donnie passes me the Orange Street's Dharma.I hadn't had a chance to hear them with undivided attention so far; and this was a good opportunity. The firstsong opens with a somewhat garbled sound track from Laloo's speeches from one of the confidence building toursof Indian delegation to Pakistan, earlier this year. Vajpayee and Musharaf too are heard mouthing somemumbo-jumbo but the sound track gets clearer everytime there is the mention of Indo-Pak friendship in thevoice over. After which Baan raps the rest of the song. 

I tell myself that this is a good pitch to make, particularly in the Peace and Love festival, where theband will give its first performance. But will the audience, which has come for the rock festival, connect toour peace initiatives? We will have to wait and watch. 

The third track, more pia, impresses me the most. The band has achieved an original sound here. Itis a fusion of sufi and hard rock. Khan liltingly sings Buleshah's sufi poetry which is cleverly juxtaposedwith Baan's gravel voice. The rhythm too has something to it. Once before I had remarked to Amit Saigal, theproducer of the album, after listening to the rough cut version of this song that this number is a poor man'sMicheal Brooke-Nusrat Fateh Ali's Night Song album, but I revise my opinion now. The othersignificantly different sounding number is a trans-techno song where Khan's Hindustani classical alaap isimaginatively used.

Hanoi Rocks jam together for the first time after a gap of more than ten years and what a spectacle theyput forth for the audience. Motor Head performs to a capacity crowd at around midnight. Even at one in themorning, there is broad daylight. Orange Street will perform tomorrow on stage two. Baan checks out the venue,which is just two blocks away from where the big daddies are playing. 

An audience of about 200 is present at a local-band's gig, who, by Baan's reckoning are playing veryordinary music. 'We will rock this place tomorrow' threatens Dara dismissing the band which is currentlyjamming. Well, we shall find out.

We are greeted by a wet and gloomy morning the next day. There is a strong wind blowing. At the bandmeeting before the show they discuss the sequence of the songs to be followed. There is some problem with theelectric socket adapters for the guitars and the 808 mixer, which Dara sorts out with ingenuity. His father isin the business of making electrical transformers in Delhi, he tells me.

We reach the venue a couple of hours before the show to do the sound check. My heart sinks at the sight ofjust a few people hanging around the stage area. The nervous energy in the band is so high that none of themnotice the emptiness around. An English band will play before Orange Street takes to stage. Some fifty oddgather around when the English band do their sound check and rise to about 100 when they begin their gig. Somesigns of improvement, I tell myself. 

Orange Street has been allotted one hour for their concert, which starts to a moderate applause with thefirst number. The wind has stopped and some more have joined in the audience. By the end of song number twoand three, the front rows have begun to sway to the music. Khan saab and Golu get a loud round of applause fortheir short solo pieces within the third song.

The 'Indian-sound' with Grunge, Electronica and Funk, which Orange Street is playing, gains acceptance withthe audience. Plus the novelty value is working. The front rows go wild at The Wall remix of Orange Street,the only version number. This is something the crowd is familiar with and the song is an instant hit. I beginto sense a band-audience bonding now. The crowd has grown to 200.

But the energy levels of the crowd dissipate towards the end of the show. We ponder over the post-showmeeting on the waning audience interest towards the end. Perhaps the gap between the songs was too much ormaybe they should change the order of the songs they are performing? But the excitement is just too much todampen the spirit.

Donnie and Ashwin had a group of young girls blowing kisses to them through the show. Drug, sex and rockand roll; the big night may just be round the corner. Post performance they have signed around fiftyautographs while keeping an alert eye on the girls who were blowing kisses at them. 

I notice Ashwin stand in aboy-scout like attention position when the girls come to him. All he manages, by way of  what can becalled chatting-up, is revealing his national identity. Donnie, with his Bandares-like looks, is ill-at-easewith the newly found stardom. Sorry, they will have to wait for another day to 'score' because the birds oftheir interest have fallen prey to other stars.

Our rock-stars have descended from the skies not fully formed, yet. Ashwin seeks my advice on how toconvert an impulse-following into a lasting interest. At least lasting till the band stays to one post. I drawa complete blank on the subject. Married for thirteen years now, I have totally forgotten the art of wooingwomen or keeping their  interest sustained.

At the dinner, which is a special enclosure for all the performing artists at the festival (other than thebiggies), everybody is talking about Orange Street as a surprise entry. There is certainly a buzz around theband. Some bands are keen to come to India and perform at the Great Indian Rock festival. I see a glint inAmit's eyes, he has smelt blood here. We party and drink ourselves silly all night. Tomorrow we are drivingback to Stockholm for gigs at two places.

Our Swedish companion Hans' knowledge of Stockholm's roads come-in very handy. Thankfully he will be withus till Oslo and Tonsberg. My motor(ing) abilities on this insanely organised traffic movement have reachedsome sort of comfort level by now.

Multi-Culti has a cult status in Stockholm and is frequented by the intellectuals and the bums alike. Manysuccess stories in the field of art, music and cinema began with Multi-Culti. Steve gets Baan and Khan saab arecording assignment with a studio to record for a world music album the studio is producing. Both make a tidy1000 kroners.

I have better things in store for me. I don't get a hotel booking, Steve offers his son, the super starsShanti Roney's apartment. Roney junior is holidaying in Copenhagan. The apartment is small yet very tasteful.There are bare necessities in Roney's worldly belongings in the one room tenement. What is evident though isthe love for leather jackets and boots Roney has. There are some 20 of each neatly arranged in a row. Ishamelessly try out one of the leather jackets.

For the first time in my life I sleep on a super-star's bed. This linen could be hiding many stories ofhigh life, I tell myself philosophically. We drive 500 km south to reach Gothenburg only to find ourselvesrained out yet again. Next stop is Oslo, Norway. Thank god, the weather is good here. We have begun to behave like the English. Rain means bad weather,while my wife and son keep telling meover the phone about a monsoon-starved Delhi. The band gets a good response at one of the Oslo clubs. Ourofficial hosts in Norway, Rikksconsertene, do a splendid job in putting us up. We get good hotel rooms andplenty of eating and drinking choices, on the house.

Our next stop is the picturesque Tonsberg. Breath-takingly beautiful venue for a music festival. TheSlottsfjell Festival is held on the meadows around an old Norwegian castle which is situated over a hillockand surrounded by lakes all around it. The band is slotted to play for an hour in the afternoon at the stagenumber two. Once again a good response considering the show is not at the prime time slot. Some people in theaudience suggest more Indian elements in the band. There must certainly be something there for the band tonote as this was the common refrain in Oslo as well...

Our Scandanavian sojourn has come to an end. Good man Hans will part ways with us as we head for Tallinn,Estonia followed by the UK tour. Well, the band may not have scored, as it were, but at least they got"Almost Famous" in Scandinavia.

to be continued