I began my journey in music in 1987. Every Sunday I would sit as close as possible to the chior at the Sacred Heart Father's Church. I would stare in awe as the brother would strum through the hymns, rhythms and chords that facinated me. My Father had recently bought a really beat acoustic guitar from the local auction for Rupees 90 (about 2 dollars). Although it strung with just a couple of strings, i would try my best to mimic what I had seen in the chior. I remember how I used to strum wildly on the old guitar, and my sister would walk in to the room saying "George .. pelase spare us the agony !!". But I was convinced it wounded good in MY ears ;-).
There was this old German baby piano at home. Although it was way out of tune, we all used to love playing tunes on it. My Mother was a Genious on the piano. She was a Grade-8 Honours student with a certificate from the London School of Music. She used to dazzle us, and I would bath myself in the complex music she would play for us. My Father had brough back many classical Records when he returned from his Training in Russia. He had picked out the best of the best. Some of my favourites included 'Mozart', 'Beetovan'
A couple of years later, I discovered the
My Greatest moments in Music were in the band 'Mixed Fruit Jam' [1996 to 2003]