I've been a bathroom singer since I was about ten, you know the type, the kind of kid who gets transformed into this glamorous pop diva (it used to be pop, then metamorphosized into an RnB singer, a grunge goddess, a wannabe Sunidhi Chauhan...) once the bathroom door is shut safe behind her. So my parents have heard me wailing through the door all my growing up years, but I always refused to sing in public. My dad would call on me to sing in almost EVERY family function we've had (and there have been many), and I would refuse every time, which would lead to this little staring contest between us till he gave up. But anyway, I digress.
I finally screwed up my courage and decided to go on-stage in a little intra-school competition last year, and then one thing led to another and then I was part of a BAND! This was amazingly exciting to me because it felt like all my bathroom-pop-diva dreams had come true and I might actually get to do a stage dive sometime in my life.
Well, we're really not good enough for me to do a stage dive yet (or ever), but as soon as I joined, the role of lyricist was thrust upon me.
Now we're a rock band, right, and upon research of rock bands I realized that the ingredients of a good rock song more often than not fell into the categories of:
- Heartbreak (E.g. - Broken - Seether, Right Here Waiting - Staind)
- Unresolved father-daughter issues (Hurt - Christina Aguilera)
- Sex, drugs, booze. (Under the Bridge - RHCP, Animals - Nickelback)
- Unintelligible, yet genius (Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana, Toxicity - SOAD)
- Really deep emotional things (Lithium - Evanescence, Epiphany - Staind)
Here's the thing - I'm 17. I haven't done drugs, booze or had sex. My father and I have a completely unremarkable boring relationship - nothing song-worthy. And okay, I'll just say this out loud. I'm NOT deep. I do not really spend nights looking at the stars wondering how insignificant our tiny planet is in comparison to the vast vast galaxy. Or about world peace. Or anything beyond my life and my friends actually. I'm quite self-absorbed you might say.
And heartbreaks? Sure I've had them, which girl hasn't? But I'm not about to write a song showing the entire world (or okay, my band and the ten or so people who've actually heard us) how I felt about him, or him, or him either! I like my privacy, thanks.
So as I chew my pencil for inspiration for the next legendary rock song, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my first blogpost in over a year.