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Date Posted: 01:04:27 02/28/03 Fri
Author: Hemant Anant Jain
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 203.145.159.132
Subject: An evening with Shawn Lane

An evening with Shawn Lane.

There isn’t much to Sunday evenings if you happen to be a twenty something with not much money to spend and not much divinity to turn Delhi into a hill-station.
So you stay at home, resisting the temptation to break the television. Or taking inane walks on the roads of the city grimed by dirt and dirtier libidos.
Once in a year the Sunday evening does see one sitting in the Hamshadwani theater and watching the Great Indian Rock festival.
Band after band played on this particular Sunday also. Reminding one of teenage dreams to smash guitars and do groupies.
That one didn’t learn to play the guitar doesn’t matter. Because in India you can manage as a rock band without the natural talent.
And while one band shouted and screamed that it wasn’t ashamed to play originals didn’t matter. For, all their original compositions were confused sets played out with careless smugness.
A band called Zero impressed. More with their efforts to home-burn and sell the CDs than with their Hey-Look-I-Play-Like Limp-Bizkit too music.
Covers were all well, covers. As bad as the word sounds.
It was about 9.30 when three guys walked on stage and started tuning their equipment.
Shawn Lane, somebody said, pointing to the figure who held the lead guitar.
Of course we didn’t know who Shawn Lane was. But we were a bit less cynical and knew our music enough to let him have a go at the guitar.
There was a mineral water bottle thrown at the guy, promptly. And this was the general sentiment of a good 40% of the crowd who came straight from the wombs here. As confused. And as blind.
For one good hour Shawn Lane and Jonas Hellborg and Marchesini gave it to us.
If the guitar can be played faster, we’ll never know.
if there are better improvisations on the six strings we can never imagine.
But that Shawn Lane was talking to God with his guitar, was there for all to see.
He played. They played.
And we were left with the hair at the back of our necks straightened for life.
(That the next day we all rushed and searched the name Shawn Lane on google and met with an expected awe inspiring speel on the guy was obvious after his six string sting that evening.)
Of course a suitably impressed section of the crowd wanted the legend to say a few words.
And he obliged by putting the so called Delhi rock scene in perspective.
Delhi rocks. Ha ha ha. What the hell.

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