Nothing really
Chapter 2: Nothing Really
Tom woke up with a splitting headache. Beside him lay a naked girl. He had no idea how she got into his bed. Last night was a blur, like the many other nights, nights with too much drinking, too much smoking, too many women, and too much angst-fuelled fighting. They had thrashed yet another pub into pieces last night. That was the third pub this year that Gravity had thrashed and it was not even September yet.
He sank into his sofa and picked up Yellow and looked at the picture that the magazine had used for its cover for that week’s issue. It was a photograph of Andrew punching a man on his face while holding a beer in his other hand.
The last time that Andrew tried to thrash someone, he mistakenly punched his own reflection on a mirror mounted on a wall and hurt his hand so badly that Gravity had to cancel one month of tours. Eventually, Andrew’s hand recovered. Gravity resumed the tours but was banned from that pub after that incident.
Gravity had since earned the reputation of “the wild boys of rock.”
Tom put down the magazine Yellow and shrugged. He walked to the front door and picked up Daily Tribune that was slid under his door. Reading news about the crazy and defunct world ill-stricken with wars, poverty, murders and rapes helped keep his sanity. Compared to the world he lived in, his self-destructive behaviors of indulging in alcohol, sex and drugs seemed saner. If the world was that crazy, he was entitled to his form of escapism, be it violence, be it casual sex, be it heavy drinking, be it drugs.
The fresh crisp smell of the newspapers woke him up a little and slightly soothed his headache, which was threatening to rip his head off.
He turned to the entertainment section and saw Jen’s article on his interview.
The headline: Gravity is nothing really.
Bitch! So this is her revenge. Spiteful little girl!
He bent forward slightly and started to read the Jen’s article on his band.
*******
“For Gravity, words are just a medium for their chart-topping music.
Gravity’ front man and lead guitarist, Tom, said anyone who “Freudian analyze” his ………..
Hence, fans looking for a love story behind their hit song Love At First Sight would be disappointed. There is no story.
The story of the band is its music, one that topped the billboard chart for nine consecutive weeks, a phenomenal achievement for a new band, which offers alternative, non-mainstream music.
Gravity would call themselves an Indie Rock band, but has its first album launched by a major label – Pinnacle Rock – a route taken by a number of Indie Rock bands which have turned to major labels and their ample funds for extensive marketing campaigns, allowing these bands to continue to just make their music.
Purists, however, would deny Gravity its Indie Rock label.
Tom shrugged at criticisms that were plaguing his band since signing up with a major label, the same way he shrugged at his burgeoning fame, which appeared to be a negative by-product he has to deal with for choosing music as his career.
Tom said: “I don’t care about how people label us. To me, we are an independent rock band. Though we are under a major label, Pinnacle does not influence our music. We are independent as far as music is concerned. We are true to the spirits of Indie Rock. Indie Rock is very much a genre as it is a label”
If it is all about music, then staying true to the Indie Rock label is unimportant. Like their lyrics and their band name, the label means “nothing really”. It is just about the music.
And their music continues to draw fans and attention from media. Their album continues to rack up sales. Its success already described as phenomenal now beggars description.
Music critics have already tagged “The Next Big Thing” to their name. What’s next?
Pinnacle Rock’s spokeman Jeff Tan said international tours have already been scheduled. Gravity is set to tour Europe and the US for the next six weeks. In the meantime, they are working on their next album and will be writing songs on the road.
………..”
*********
Tom smiled. It was a not negative article. It was not a great article, nothing insightful, but not negative. He wondered whether Pinnacle Rock had twisted her arms to write that. But she did not look the type who would allow her arms to be twisted.
He looked at the Lionel Richie CD that he had bought in the afternoon the day before, lying on the coffee table beside him. He unwrapped the CD loaded it into his sound system. Lionel’s Richie’s Do It To Me started to play…
You put that spell on me
I’ll tell you, honey
You know you set me free…..
Hey, hey, what I’m sayin’ is -
Do it to me one more time
Oh, give you one more chance
This heart of mine….
Tom stopped the CD. He wondered how a modern young lady like her could like that song, which sounded way too schmaltzy by any standards of today. He wondered why he would play Lionel Richie’s rather slushy ballad early on a Saturday morning and why he didn’t stay in bed with the naked girl who was still sleeping in his room.
Maybe it was nothing really. He murmured to himself.
Tom woke up with a splitting headache. Beside him lay a naked girl. He had no idea how she got into his bed. Last night was a blur, like the many other nights, nights with too much drinking, too much smoking, too many women, and too much angst-fuelled fighting. They had thrashed yet another pub into pieces last night. That was the third pub this year that Gravity had thrashed and it was not even September yet.
He sank into his sofa and picked up Yellow and looked at the picture that the magazine had used for its cover for that week’s issue. It was a photograph of Andrew punching a man on his face while holding a beer in his other hand.
The last time that Andrew tried to thrash someone, he mistakenly punched his own reflection on a mirror mounted on a wall and hurt his hand so badly that Gravity had to cancel one month of tours. Eventually, Andrew’s hand recovered. Gravity resumed the tours but was banned from that pub after that incident.
Gravity had since earned the reputation of “the wild boys of rock.”
Tom put down the magazine Yellow and shrugged. He walked to the front door and picked up Daily Tribune that was slid under his door. Reading news about the crazy and defunct world ill-stricken with wars, poverty, murders and rapes helped keep his sanity. Compared to the world he lived in, his self-destructive behaviors of indulging in alcohol, sex and drugs seemed saner. If the world was that crazy, he was entitled to his form of escapism, be it violence, be it casual sex, be it heavy drinking, be it drugs.
The fresh crisp smell of the newspapers woke him up a little and slightly soothed his headache, which was threatening to rip his head off.
He turned to the entertainment section and saw Jen’s article on his interview.
The headline: Gravity is nothing really.
Bitch! So this is her revenge. Spiteful little girl!
He bent forward slightly and started to read the Jen’s article on his band.
*******
“For Gravity, words are just a medium for their chart-topping music.
Gravity’ front man and lead guitarist, Tom, said anyone who “Freudian analyze” his ………..
Hence, fans looking for a love story behind their hit song Love At First Sight would be disappointed. There is no story.
The story of the band is its music, one that topped the billboard chart for nine consecutive weeks, a phenomenal achievement for a new band, which offers alternative, non-mainstream music.
Gravity would call themselves an Indie Rock band, but has its first album launched by a major label – Pinnacle Rock – a route taken by a number of Indie Rock bands which have turned to major labels and their ample funds for extensive marketing campaigns, allowing these bands to continue to just make their music.
Purists, however, would deny Gravity its Indie Rock label.
Tom shrugged at criticisms that were plaguing his band since signing up with a major label, the same way he shrugged at his burgeoning fame, which appeared to be a negative by-product he has to deal with for choosing music as his career.
Tom said: “I don’t care about how people label us. To me, we are an independent rock band. Though we are under a major label, Pinnacle does not influence our music. We are independent as far as music is concerned. We are true to the spirits of Indie Rock. Indie Rock is very much a genre as it is a label”
If it is all about music, then staying true to the Indie Rock label is unimportant. Like their lyrics and their band name, the label means “nothing really”. It is just about the music.
And their music continues to draw fans and attention from media. Their album continues to rack up sales. Its success already described as phenomenal now beggars description.
Music critics have already tagged “The Next Big Thing” to their name. What’s next?
Pinnacle Rock’s spokeman Jeff Tan said international tours have already been scheduled. Gravity is set to tour Europe and the US for the next six weeks. In the meantime, they are working on their next album and will be writing songs on the road.
………..”
*********
Tom smiled. It was a not negative article. It was not a great article, nothing insightful, but not negative. He wondered whether Pinnacle Rock had twisted her arms to write that. But she did not look the type who would allow her arms to be twisted.
He looked at the Lionel Richie CD that he had bought in the afternoon the day before, lying on the coffee table beside him. He unwrapped the CD loaded it into his sound system. Lionel’s Richie’s Do It To Me started to play…
You put that spell on me
I’ll tell you, honey
You know you set me free…..
Hey, hey, what I’m sayin’ is -
Do it to me one more time
Oh, give you one more chance
This heart of mine….
Tom stopped the CD. He wondered how a modern young lady like her could like that song, which sounded way too schmaltzy by any standards of today. He wondered why he would play Lionel Richie’s rather slushy ballad early on a Saturday morning and why he didn’t stay in bed with the naked girl who was still sleeping in his room.
Maybe it was nothing really. He murmured to himself.
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