I don’t come from a very musical family. To put it politely, we are all rather tone-deaf and when we dare sing together we sound like frogs in the mating season. I didn’t grow up in one of those families where the father strums the guitar and croons, “He ain’t nothing but a hound dog” or the mother caresses a sitar and sings sa re ga ma in ten different ways. My dad played “.Jumma chumma de de” on surround sound; my mum still thinks “I want it that way” by the Backstreet Boys is cool. So, I was pretty much left to find my own musical identity. And like just about anyone’s musical preferences, mine have drastically evolved over the years. Read more

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