“One two treee four”. We all laugh. Kishan looks at me and says “Wot raaaa. I can’t say treee raaa.” That was the first time Caesar’s Palace jammed. Anurag with his broken guitar, torn shorts and chappal, scratching his chest. Fat David with his black bass telling me that he wanted to get drunk after this and girl-like Kishan complaining that his double-bass work was affected by the milk he didn’t drink. And of course, me standing there singing Gibberish.

That was the first time we jammed together. Two and a half years later, as I look back all I see loads of fun, times we got drunk, times we laughed at each other, times we stuck up for each other, times we got drunk(didn’t i say that?). And I realise the good timeswere sweet. Every band has problems and so did we. We sat around discussed, almost split once and got back. It was comparable to a teenage couple’s relationship.

Don’t digress Unni; back to music. We played several gigs across the country and attained a certain musical stature within a limited amount of time that only few bands could boast off. It’s a pity that very few people knew about the band, one of the most talented bands I’ve seen; of course I’m clearly biased.

Clearly, the best thing about the band was the fact that we had fun. We played what we felt like because we were a jam band, we had a couple of beers on stage and off, and that led us to the music that we were in search of. I rememeber the one time we jammed for around three hours with just a few candles, a bottle of whiskey and our music. We were just enjoying the music but were not tight. we finish a song and Anu turns to me and in the most genuine voice possible says” EYy myan we are so tight raaaa”.

Having moved to Chennai, and hardly jamming and playing gigs with the band, it feels like an arm has been cut off. I realised one thing, only when I don’t have something do I realise how much I miss it.

Cheers boys(Kishan, Anurag, Kenny, Jason and david) for all the good times.