suraj mani- the singing sensei

Early 2003- Rex Leaves. 2005- Deepu joins motherjane

 

We were on top of the world. Everything and anything seemed possible. Big plans were being laid by the members of motherjane.

 

That was when Rex chose to leave! He wanted to pursue a different type of music and since we could not help him, we decided not to stop him either. (He is now part of an exciting new band called “avial”, which is making waves with their first release in the offing!)

 

We were at a very tough phase in our journey. Indeed, the journey itself was at threat.

 

We managed with Sunil from ‘evergreen’ helping us out for a number of shows and even Mithun (one of  motherjane’s founding members) joined us briefly. We grew tough, during those years and we became one of the most sought after live acts then.

 

We did just one show with Mithun, IIT Chennai- 2003. It still remains an awesome moment for the band and the 10,000 odd people who took us into their hearts that night. There were people buying tickets in black that night and the queue stretched all the way to the main road. Life was rocking.

 

However the most important thing that a band should be doing was evading us…. making new material. Though Mithun was a wonderful guitarist, the kind of music he liked was markedly different & the vibe was never really there. I already had about 5 or 6 songs written and was waiting for the band to be ready. I couldn’t fathom what it was that we were waiting for.

 

After 3 years in the wilderness, motherjane found what we were waiting for in the form of a new guitarist called Deepu V.S, late in August 2004. Deepu had returned after 10 odd years of playing guitar with 13 AD in Dubai and joined us as a stand-in guitarist for one show a Hyderabad.
 

Then came IIT Kanpur, then BITS PILANI, a pub gig with RSJ in Delhi and the vibe was back. In the 2006, the band was talking again, planning, plotting and moving with an intensity and enjoyment that reminded us why we were really doing this.

 

I started writing the remaining songs. motherjane had just started a new phase on its journey and the seeds of “Maktub” were being planted.

The songs start flowing (no 7,8 & 9)

The next song we did was “Soul corporations”. I remember how we had some sort of a fight in the band , when we were at a friends music school where we were supposed to perform. There was an uncomfortable silence and John decided to break it by getting stuck into the rotos attached to the drum set there. It was that different tone that set us off on the riff and the accompanying chords. I already had some lyrics ready and I started singing along.

 

The inspiration behind the lyrics was a conversation that I had with Sudheer (my partner Sunil’s brother) at a get together. He was in the advertising industry and was making a clever observation of how the cross has become one of the most recognizable brands in the world and how the 12 disciples of Jesus Christ took it all around the world like marketing managers. It was an interesting, maybe even slightly inflammatory observation. (If you are a devout Christian, relax, no offence was meant. Christ himself said so many things that were considered inflammatory in his lifetime. The rest of the song was built around my reaction to the hype and manner in which the Ayodhya issue was still being used to create and divide our wonderful country along communal lines. Another song was getting ready.

 

But it just wouldn’t finish. Soul corporations was a good example of how sometimes a song will make you wait until you are ready for it.

 

 

We decided to try other things. Baiju played me a riff one day on his guitar. It had a time signature that I still don’t understand! He very sweetly asked me if I could sing anything in it? I abused him roundly and affectionately and that was the end of that song. (at least I thought so)

 

In 2001, sometime in May I moved to Bangalore for my business. The logistics involved in making even a practice session happen were horrible. Making new songs was getting to be very challenging without being in the same room.(it still is.)

 

We kept at it because we had 6 originals then. They were the children that kept us working at our marriage even as we suffered one inconvenience after the other.

 

I kept writing. That was something I could do independently and I did so. “Soul corporations” developed a lyrical bridge as a result of the writing process. Luckily for all of us, Baiju called me one day and said he had some chords that he’d like to play before launching into the solo. My musical bridge had appeared. Serendipity strikes once again!

Song no. 7 had reached motherjane.

 

I was driving home one day after work in Bangalore. It had been a bad day and I was in no frame of mind to accept it at that. While taking a turn around a round about near the cantonment station, the lyrics for the chorus in “Walk on” came to me.

 

It seemed to fit exactly into the riff that Baiju had played to me earlier a few months back. I sang the melody in my head and drove the next 2 kilometers home with that melody so that I wouldn’t forget it. I reached home, called baiju, and sang the tune asking him if it would fit into his crazy riff. It did. “Walk on” was written that very day and I was ready with the song when the band met for the next practice. The drum patterns & music for that song was composed after I went back to Bangalore. I heard it at a practice session organized just before our next show.

 

 

The show was NLS 2001. We were widely tipped to win the entire fest and the organizers actually asked us to play at the end of day 1 prelims, so that we could have a little longer time on stage. We were all excited and ready.

 

On the day of reckoning, a faculty member was found dead on campus. The show was cancelled. We were devastated.

 

It was the best thing that happened to us!

 

As we walked off the campus, we decided that there was no point in playing endlessly at all the competitions happening in the country. The future lay in finishing our album and recording the same. From a semi–pro status, motherjane instantaneously graduated to a professional act. It was a decision that made us face the necessity to invest time and money in getting a studio album ready.

 

I wrote "Ssh.. listen" around that time and for a seemingly long time, that song also chose to make us wait. It was a blessing in many ways, because that was when we changed the chord sequence of “Maya” and the song became what it is as we play it today. Ssh.. listen was also readied in the same session and we ran into the studio with the last 3 songs of insane biography and started recording.

 

It took us almost a year to record and release our first album called, “insane biography”.

We were so broke and studios were so expensive that we recorded for 6 days at first, went broke, waited for 3 months and then recorded for 3 days. Went broke again and sent it for mixing and mastering to Didier Weiss after 6 months.

 

In 2002, motherjane released “insane biography” , won the award for best Indian rock album and was touring extensively as a result of the album popularity.

The last lines in insane biography are something that reflect what I had always told my mates in motherjane when all that we were attempting was just a distant dream in our minds.

 

“And listen to the insane prediction

Reality wavers in the face of conviction.”

The songs start flowing (no 4,5 & 6)

We set off on a pilgrimage of all the competitions that the country offered. With every outing, we emerged bigger and stronger than before and our fan base was growing. More importantly, so were the number of our originals

 

Somewhere during our trips, I found myself on a bus trip with the band and my wife achu tagging along. We were talking about life in general and how pain sometimes keep revisiting you after that moment has passed. She fell asleep on my arm somewhere in the middle of that conversation leaving me with a sudden urge to write.

 

I started scribbling thoughts that came to me on a small scrap of paper that I had in my pocket. It was pitch dark, no lights and a moving bus. The next day in the morning, I couldn’t read what I had written!

 

But as I stumbled thru those jumbled words that I had scribbled while half asleep, I remembered what I had wanted to say. The song “Questions” was written for my wife and I still tend to dedicate it to her whenever we perform it. (Something that is normally accompanied with many “oohs” and “aahs” and “so sweet” by the female section of the crowd!). She still has that little piece of paper and won’t give it to me.

 

We played this one at the Ancient Mariner and I remember Nithin saying that it sounded something like a “Vanchipaattu”. (a style of songs associated with the fishing folk in Kerala)

 

I was now hooked on the band and attended practice regularly. Between work, marriage and music, my life was full. One day I remember coming home with some problem on my mind. As a result of that I missed a very important smile from my wife. Later with better perspective (which is always easier when the problem has disappeared) I realized my folly and out of that came the song “Prison chains”.

 

It still remains one of the harder songs that we have, where melody has not been given much importance, maybe influenced by the frustration that the song talks about. If you have been at a motherjane show, you may have heard me say, “this song is to remind you that work  is an important part of life, not life itself”

 

Then came “An ode to life”. I remember how I had gone to Trivandrum for my aunt’s funeral. I was sitting outside near the grave yard, listening to the priest giving a sermon. It seemed to me that I had heard the very same words being repeated some15 odd years after my mother had passed away. It was ironic how life keeps replaying so many scripts and how none of us are spared of the inevitable ones.

 

I remember writing down 4 lines that seemed to say it all for me. I never thought it would become a song really. However, a few days later I had gone to AM for practice and Baiju was playing some classical piece on the guitar and saying that it was something that just came to him and that he didn’t know what to do with it. I said , “just play that again”. He did and I sang the following four lines into it.

 

“Death continues to stalk us

Sometimes gently, mostly not

I’m at the age when loved ones die

And as I live, I understand why.”

 

 

To be continued

motherjane at NLS, 2000- “Strawberry Fields”

We were there! It was a new feeling for us. We were the only band from kerala and we were seeing guys from Bangalore, Mumbai, Delhi, Chennai and all over India. It was overwhelming and exciting as hell. We met and made friends with all the bands that were staying with us at the NLS hostel.

 

Next day we were on stage! We had an early slot, being one of the unknown bands then. Most of the bands playing before us looked like bands! They had attitude and flaunted it with a confidence that spoke of lots of practice. We were getting jittery and feeling slightly out of place. I remember telling the guys that what we had in our favor was the way we played and our music. We decided to concentrate on playing well and forget about everything else for the moment.

 

motherjane got on stage, took a look at the small gathering of long haired metal heads and music lovers there and started its set. 2 min into our set, people started popping out of the woodwork! The third song we played was our original “Mindstreet” and suddenly we were connecting majorly with the guys out there.

 

motherjane walked off that stage to an entirely different world that day. People started walking up to us and talking to us. At the end of day 1, we were known and looked upon with liking and acceptance by a lot of the musicians and audience there.

 

We were also learning fast. We watched all the other bands and started to sub consciously pick up important tips from the way the other more experienced bands behaved. We knew that we would be much better off the next time we got on stage,… if we got the chance.

 

We did. We scraped thru into the finals scoring with nothing more than a quarter of a point over another band. motherjane was in the finals along with four other awesome bands -Threindoy( the ultimate winner), Zero (who are still around as one of the top bands in India today), Cryptic and  Angeldust

 

We were the first to play and played with a lot more confidence than the prelims.The audience loved us. We then got into the crowd and watched the other bands play. We were learning again. (We have never stopped since then!) Each one of those bands taught us something new and gave us food for thought.

 

That year at Strawberry fields, Baiju won the prize for best lead guitarist and Rex won it for the best Rhythm guitarist. The band experienced its first taste of recognition outside of Kerala. Most importantly, our originals were rocking and a new phase of our journey as a band had begun!

Song no 2 & 3.

After we finished “Disillusioned”, I felt a different sense of satisfaction. I mean, for me it was the first song that I had ever been involved in creating. There is a sense of wonder whenever you do something like that for the first time (and if you are really lucky, you will feel that wonder every time you are involved in anything creative.)

 

We kept practicing “Disillusioned” over the next few days, each time polishing it further and casually playing it between our set list that boasted mainly of songs from Iron maiden, metallica, dream theatre etc.

 

We had a small group of friends (Nithin, Ravi, Dan, Niyas, PP etc) who would hang around the Ancient Mariner and who gave us that initial encouragement that emboldened us and encouraged us to make another song.

 

The second song that I wrote was a song of social relevance which also held an undertone of personal realization. On the surface, it is a song about the Indian girl child and on a deeper level, a song about how we abandon our special talents in our race to lead a normal life as defined by society. (Check out, “I meet my maya” for the inside story)

 

“Maya” was in our initial opinion a slightly unimaginative song. All of the guys in the band thought it was boring with a few good moments here and there. The song never really had a melody that worked as a chorus. (This “defect” was rectified a year later during a jam session where we attempted a chord change that brought about what has now become the chorus.) Today it is one of our most requested songs at any show that we do! Just goes to show that in the creative process, one should not throw out the baby with the bath water.

 

We now had 2 originals, which was a pre requisite to perform at “strawberry fields”, a prominent national music fest held by the National Law school. We decided to go for it.

Practice involved songs like Aces high, 6’ O clock, Master of puppets, 2 min to midnight, Disillusioned & Maya. One day after practice, we were winding up and Baiju suddenly played a small piece that Rex had played sometime earlier. Rex immediately started playing some clean chords to back up the piece and Clyde happily joined in. I started humming a melody and we were moving along nicely. I think John got irritated with the predominantly melodic piece, because he walked back to the drum kit and completely changed the time signature of the song with a 4/4 beat that contrasted almost brutally to the 7/8th

pattern we were originally in. The immediate response from the guitars was to launch into a distorted riff and suddenly the skeleton of a song was ready.

 

We were all a little surprised at what had happened and I went home with the tune running thru my head. I wrote the lyrics for a song that night. The words just came tumbling out. Next day, I was at AM (ancient Mariner) with the lyrics and trying to sing them along with the music. I went along nicely and then got stuck at the chorus. I remember asking Baiju, “can you change the riff so that I can sing along?” He told me, “can you not layer the chorus over this riff without getting distracted by it?” I tried and “Mindstreet” was ready! The only thing left to do was to put in a solo. That took a day.

 

We had one more original to take with us to NLS. Things were suddenly getting exciting around motherjane!

 

“Let’s make a song” – how we did it the first time.

We all met at the ancient mariner at the appointed time. John, Baiju and Clyde (the established 3 of motherjane) , Rex and I (I think both of us thought of motherjane as their band, since we were so new.)

 

Opinions came out. 5 different opinions, from 5 different people. What made it painful was that the opinions were on how the other person should play. I for example got a pretty big hint that I was to attempt singing trash style.

 

It was crazy. It happens with every band.

 

I remember asking no one in particular, “what about lyrics?”

 

Pat came the answer, “Write anything. Nobody really bothers with lyrics”

 

My dear readers, do tell me otherwise. If you are a person that takes joy in reading lyrics, please comment on which of our songs you like. I now take unbelievable pleasure in writing & it’s one of the duties as a motherjane band member that I love! If you are a janehead who likes our lyrics, I must thank you for giving me this wonderful job.

 

Way back in the year 2000, sometime in August or September, I had to mentally nod my head in agreement with that observation. In fact, I rarely bothered with the lyrics of a song myself. Except for the odd one, that became part of my psyche.

 

Well now that I had to write, I found myself wanting to do the best that I could. Problem was, I didn’t even know what to write.

 

I sat down at one of the tables and stared despairingly into the backwaters that surrounded the ancient mariner (which eventually swallowed it up as well). John walked by and said, “why don’t you write a song called Disillusioned, you look disillusioned!”

 

The words started flowing. They flowed because of how appropriate they were to express and not because they were intended to impress.

 

The band regrouped around this central concept and “Disillusioned” our first original made its way into this world. Somewhere at the core of that song, motherjane as a band celebrated its differences while working together towards a common goal.

 

It remains an easy concept to understand and at some particularly tough moments, a challenging one to practice. 

 

I can’t resist quoting the first lines that came to me with this wonderful band that I now call my own,

 

“ I have a dream that consumes me.
I bring along a simple question.
Can your perceptions be my reality?
Will mine become an intrusion?”

“Let’s make a song” – how we do it now

I keep hearing about how bands find it so difficult to practice or stay together, because they live 20km apart and I point out that my band lives in different states. In fact it takes me 30 hours by bus over 1200km to make it for practice each time. It can be very challenging to do all that, walk into the jam room and suddenly create a song together. I mean, the mental framework of the band members does affect our creativity.

 

But we do what we can do. I tend to write the lyrics and keep them ready so that when a riff, or chord progression or something comes up that matches the lyric arise, I go for it.

 

One of the things that works well for us a group is that we discuss the song lyric and see what it stands for. After that we all discuss the same topic from our own different perspectives and with our respective instruments. This is what makes motherjane sound like motherjane. No formula is more sacred than this mutual discussion and musical dialogue among 5 friends.

 

This band is aimed at exploring and exploiting the potential of its members. We make music that is true to what we believe in and comes naturally to us. We are in love with the process!

 

The music that comes out is nothing short of a miracle for me still. I don’t know how or where the songs come from. Sometimes they appear almost fully formed and sometimes they take you thru long and torturous routes before relenting and surrendering to you. Maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe it is the musician that takes the time to surrender to the song! I truly believe that the best work you will do as an artist is when your ego is left out of the picture.

 

For eg, when I write, I just go bust and concentrate on the emotion that is taking hold of me. I remember a movie called “Finding Forrester” or something like that, where Sean Connery (who plays the role of a writer) tells a budding writer to first write with his heart and then edit with his head. Nice, profound and very effective if you are able to let go of your ego and flow with the moment.

 

Of course, all this wisdom (if you can call it that!) sounds great when one is retrospecting. The first time we made a song together was an event in itself and deserves a separate telling.

The Ancient mariner- sometime in august 2000

Sometime in August 2000, a drummer called Jerry (who I had played with briefly and liked a lot) took me to the Ancient mariner for a life changing cup of tea.

 

It was largely empty, not surprising, since the owner Niyas would allow a metal band to practice there on a decrepit drum set and lousy speakers, sans a vocalist for more than a year.

 

Well, there I was, sipping on my cup of tea and watching Baiju and John jamming together. I was reintroduced once again and I remember joining them on some or the other song. Nothing spectacular. What I remember is how after John walked off with some friend, Baiju and I did a version of “let it be”. He was playing it in some manner that was alien to the song as I had heard it. I remember how I also went along, not knowing where the song was going. It was the first time that a song took me somewhere new and was completely different from how I felt while just reproducing a song.

 

Within a week or so, John had extended an invitation for me to sing with the band. Another guitarist (Rex) also joined the band around the same time. We hit upon some common loves like Maiden, Deep purple, Metallica etc and soon I was learning the lyrics for the same including bands like Dream Theatre, Megadeath etc.

 

A month later, I wanted out. I just wasn’t enjoying all the work of learning these new songs and lyrics while juggling my career as a businessman and the role of a married man.  I met John in the evening at his home along with Nithin (rage) and said the same. He called a band meeting the next day and I laid it on the table. I hated what I was doing to the guys after seeing how they had struggled together without even having a permanent vocalist in place, but it seemed to me that there was no future for motherjane.

 

I remember noticing the poorly masked despair in Baiju’s face following my announcement. In order to fill the uncomfortable silence that ensued, I pointed out how in 10 years from now another bunch of youngsters would be singing maiden with a lot more energy than we would and remarked on how pointless our career as a band would seem then. I then uttered what I believed would be my exit lines to motherjane.

 

I said, “at least if were making our own music, we would have something”.

 

Baiju looked up and said, “let’s make a song.”   

1997-2000. The lull before the storm

Every musician seems to go thru a journey on his way to reaching what he /she will finally consider as his/her band. In 1995 -96, I met and briefly fronted a Bangalorebased band called Stone Cold. Though my relationship with the band stopped with my relocating to kerala in 1997, it gave me two awesome musicians and lifelong friends who are probably a part of my psyche even if they are not part of my everyday life. We all meet people like that, don’t we?

One of them was an awesome drummer called Hamesh and another, an equally awesome guitarist by the name Sanjay Chandrakanth. My first professional shows as a rocker (actually the word “singer” would be better since I was so hesitant on stage with my performances) were with these guys. Their dedication to their art and professionalism was inspiring, to say the least.

I moved to Kerala as a result of my starting of a business there in the year 1997. I now know the reason we didn’t stick together as a band was because we never made songs together. (To give them credit, I never acted as if it was possible!To give me credit, I didn’t even think it was possible). Why I say this is because today, I am still with motherjane 7 years after relocating to Bangalore for my business.

I worked for 3 years in Kochi without doing any music. I was like any one of you blokes who sings in intimate gatherings with friends where everyone is generally merrily working their way into a drunken stupor! Fortunately for me, while doing this one day, my neighbor a friend and wonderful human being called Arun ( better known as “Kaka”) heard me.

He proceeded to introduce me to some of the local musicians and soon I was guesting with a band at some shows in Kochi. That’s where I met Clyde for the first time. He was also a temporary bass player for the band. He was a great guy from the moment that I met him. Still is. However, I got bored with the kind of music that we were playing and decided to move on before someone forced me to sing songs I didn’t vibe with.

 I’ve always been pig headed that way and followed my bliss, so to speak. It has led me to where I stand today and I am still following my bliss!

 Which reminds me, I got married in 2000 on January 2^nd. A millenium wedding. I remember doing a show on the 31^st night and driving back home early next morning. Not done in our community, where the groom tends to get virtually locked in at home a week before the wedding!

 P.S:  I love my dad for letting me do the things that he never agreed with and didn’t understand! He would tell me exactly how he felt and then let me decide since there is no real right or wrong on matters like this. I hope to display the same maturity with my kids when the situation presents itself.

Anyway, I got married to Vidhya Achu Roy, who doesn’t like being written about in public blogs (even one by her husband). I bring her in here, because she started me off on writing.

I had always wanted to write songs and never managed more than 3 lines together before I would rip the page in frustration. I just couldn’t do it!

She told me I could.

Encouragement from a woman is a very powerful thing for any artist & I proved no different.

I wrote and for the first time, I didn’t judge myself while writing. I knew that there was this person in front of me whose love for me wasn’t dependent on whether I wrote something sublime or sheer crap. My talent or lack of it had nothing to do with it. It was a liberating feeling and one that strikes a chord with one of my favorite observations on creativity where someone ( I forget who) said, “creativity is about allowing your self to make mistakes. Art is about knowing which ones to keep”

Slightly better armed than I have ever been as an artist before, I soon moved to another band that covered Santana. The band members all had awesome talent. Enough to blow the scene apart. But it wasn’t really a band but a bunch of hired guns (yourself included) and that’s why, like so many of these kind of line ups, it fell apart.

We performed once in Kochi at Music world with the support of Christy (the company manager and a good friend of mine). It was a great show and I met John there, who introduced himself as Clyde’s friend and the drummer of some band called motherjane.( I didn’t even remember the name after the show nor did I think we would meet again).

I did meet John again, because we went to borrow some gear from him for some show. It was at his house and I remember seeing him, Clyde and another guitarist called Baiju practicing together in a 8 feet x 8 feet room.

It was hot, humid and unbearable in there. I think they were playing some trash metal song. I couldn’t stand the noise. I smiled at everyone, made polite conversation and scooted asap. That kind of music, simply didn’t seem like my cup of tea.

A month or so later, sometime in August 2000, a drummer called Jerry (who I had played with briefly and liked a lot) took me to the Ancient mariner for a life changing cup of tea.

to be continued...

1994-97 . First steps in “mindstreet”

The greatest thing that I have loved about work is that it has pushed me! All thru my school, college etc, I could always step back from something that I was hesitant to do. In fact, I found that with the necessary panache, even cowardice can take the semblance of “cool”! At work no body cares if you’re cool if you are not delivering.

 

Work, redefined me in many ways more than one. The most significant of them was that I had to face my definitions of “what I was” and finding myself woefully short of substance, I had to change. In fact I started on my journey of not wanting to describe myself, because I remember being impressed by the realization that a definition sets boundaries and limitations.

 

I was fresh out of college and I started working in an air conditioning company as a sales engineer. (I still love air conditioning & now I head my own company.) I absolutely hated the fact that I was recruited for sales. The word held so many negative connotations for me that I spent a soul racking 6 months before I really sold anything on my own.

 

In those six months I faced my fears & prejudices one by one by reading books on selling, people management, value addition, philosophy, Zen etc, etc, etc. What I loved the most was how philosophy & spiritualism were so centric to management that aimed for results and vice versa.

 

I had long and intense conversations with some really great minds in the world at my leisure, one of the greatest virtues of being an avid book reader. This habit of mine that I loved led me to a postulate of Taoism that, “If one finds the truth of one thing, then the truths of the universe reveal itself”. What is marvelous here is that there are so many different ways to reach that truth and each of those ways reveals itself to various kinds of people. Please remember, no one is excluded! There is a zen saying that, “the finger pointing to the moon, is not the moon”

 

I am a better musician today because I’ve pursued and glimpsed truth in many of the things that my work demanded of me. Today I am also a better businessman and engineer because I keep glimpsing truths that reveal themselves thru music. It is the desire to excel in whatever you do that makes work play. It is that desire to immerse yourself and explore your creativity in whatever you do that makes every action a possible path to self awareness.

 

I stopped asking myself why I was failing at something, or “WHY” something was difficult to achieve because I realized that my brain would give me thousands of reasons why. Instead I started asking myself “HOW” I could reach what I wanted. And believe me, I got an equal number of answers. Try it.

 

What is so delicious about this attitude & approach is that one starts with the assumption and intention of eventual victory and not with the excuses and justifications that lead to an impending defeat. Success is really so much about the nature of your journey than your destination. If you need a simple example of this, watch a really great sportsman and you will observe his/her unshakable belief in the possibility of a victory. In fact you will thrill with it.

 

Out of the seed grows the tree!

 

Thru my initial years of my “conventional” career, I read about the id, the ego, the subconscious mind, the collective unconscious, so on and so forth and I never knew that someday, all this would find its way into a song.

 

I lived this song, long before I ever met motherjane. In fact I would confidently say that each one of the band members in motherjane has lived this song because it is my belief that if you’ve lived a song you become its instrument. I feel that one can always sense when a band is thinking about a song and hear when a song is revealing itself to a band. It’s the same with every art form and even life. Everyone has been there and keeps coming back, though our paths are so different.

 

For some it is thru music, religion, spirituality, books, art, sex or whatever it is that you can find yourself in. In fact it seems appropriate to say that we are talking of an activity in which we can find ourselves and not one in which we lose ourselves.

 

So if you are ready to take the steps or if u have already started out on your path, come and join us the next time motherjane is playing for you in your town and sing with us...

 

“Come act your dream in mindstreet”