A few months ago, aging pop/rock star Bryan Adams came down to Mumbai for a show. I was excited, having been a huge fan of his music during my school days and thought I'd pay tribute by attending his show and generally indulge in some nostalgia.
Hoo boy, nothing had prepared me for the backlash that was to follow when I told some people I was going.
They ranged from taunts to point-and-laughs, even phone calls to see if I was serious, and a very short, sweet SMS, simply containing the monosyllable, "Thoo".
"But you listen to Dream Theater and Karnivool", observed one gent. "I also like Carnatic classical. What's your point?", I replied.
Apparently, you can't listen to stuff like Bryan Adams when you 'graduate' onto music that speaks about ripping flesh and suicide. Ah, yes.
Rock elitism. One of the worst sorts of snubbing in our little society of delusion.
You know how you're at a concert waiting for some 'metchul' band to play, and the PA system plays a riff that sounds familiar? You
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