Three days here, and after all the talk about how we were going to find out how the rest of the world thinks about music, all we’ve talked about is curry.  My friends are convinced that the best Indian restaurant in Singapore is this one, and it’s because of their curries.  I am arguing that it could be any one of the dozens of Indian restaurants here, but we just happened to stop at this one first.  Chau, the other big ego in the band, is arguing that this isn’t coincidence.  He feels that since we’ve woken up in a pure state of touristic consciousness, our path is unfolding in ways that are already predetermined.  All we have to do, he argues, is keep doing what we’re doing.

This is an old argument between us.  I can tell that the other band members are as irritated as me, although they certainly do a good job of pretending that they’re enjoying every moment of the food.  It keeps popping into my head that we’re actually eating Chau’s car.  He sold his ’73 Impala so we could have room and board while we’re here.  This baigan choka, then, I imagine, is the dashboard mat.  He’s busy eating his rear-view mirror while we’re deciding what we should do for the rest of the day. So far, the only good idea is to eat more curry.

We’ve been playing together for only two years, but we argue like bands that have a history that lasts at least a decade.  I think this might be a testament to our staying power, but I also know that my thinking is delusional.  It doesn’t seem to matter all that much.  Later on this afternoon, we have a meeting with a band we met last night, because we want to see how we sound if we mix.  It’s a good day.  This is a very good day.  Whether or not free will will win out over determinism is an issue that might not be resolved this time around, but there’s little doubt that we’re living a dream we always had.

Music and Philosophy in Singapore is a post from: DJ Trava

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