Day 15/366

I think there should be a genre of music called Puppetry Rock. Let me pitch the idea to you before you press the little cross on the tab that makes you close this window. A good, well-established musician is a creative genius in the eyes (or rather, ears) of the listener, right? So now, imagine that creativity being used by a band of good musicians in puppetry, while providing the narrative of the puppet show in the form of rock songs.

If I had seen puppet shows of that kind growing up, I'm sure I would have had a happier childhood than what it was. I'm not saying I was an unhappy kid - I climbed trees, I loved bruises because of the colorful band-aids I could put on them, I complained about too much green veg on my plate. But, all I'm saying is that it would've been better had I witnessed a puppet rock concert by a band doing covers of say, The Beatles! (Let's face the truth. I probably would not have been able to differentiate between a cover and an original composition back then.)

Here's a more plausible scenario which could stem into the making of a brilliant puppetry rock band: a bunch of musicians are high (only for inspiration) and amusing themselves by taking stuffed toys of penguins, frogs, and ducks and making them talk and sing. It could be some brilliant bullshit or even the most lyrical and apt use of rock in a form of theater like puppetry.

Anyone willing to give this crazy but challenging idea a shot? Someone? Anyone?

Day 13/366

‎​It's an accepted fact by any person who uses a creative mode to vent out their thoughts and feelings that over time, creativity develops and matures. For me, that vent was through writing. I think my real passion for words and recombining them to make sense in a whole new art form arose when I was 16. Most of the credit for that goes to some brilliant Literature teachers I had in school. I started writing and writing and writing. It was something I could not stop because there was so much I had in me that I wanted to write down just to know that it's out there mingling with the energy of the world. A few years later, when I started reading whatever I used to write initially, I laughed. They were either too dull or too excited, and very often, morbid thoughts. But I realized that there's no point judging myself for that. ‎​One's style changes, thoughts change, inspirations change. ‎​And that, my friend, is the sheer beauty of the journey that creativity allows you to embark upon.

Personally, I love going back to old stuff I've written. It really makes you really understand your transition. And funnily enough, it's the same with yearbooks. The only difference is that it's not your writing. Through someone else's memories of how they perceive you as written by them, the words reflect the changes in you as a person.