When we started sound-checking at the wonderful
il terrazzo at Juhu Chowpatty with the backdrop of the crimson sunset, we could feel the incredible vibe seeping through us – the vibe of something outlandish and unforgettable. It seemed rather selfish to not let the feeling disseminate to the elite audience which would turn up to watch us perform. It is unusual for us to be performing in front of a sensitively fashionable crowd and we did try to do something about ourselves to raise our own style quotient.
Judging by the response that we had, we presume all our efforts did not go in vain. We received bountiful impassioned cheering from most of the present audience even when the night was young. This is astonishing despite the lyrics finding themselves sinking in a boomy-sound-swamp not too dissimilar to the ones found near the infamous Bates motel. The guy at the console must have found it hard to understand what hit him, and since it didn’t kill him, it must have made him stronger. It sure did so for us. Here are some photos.
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