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Barfood, sickness and guilt.

Everything about Varanasi is cool, it’s the most different of different places I have ever visited. It appears that in every venue If there is a live musician performing the punters stop talking, listen and applaud just when you want them to. After 3 fantastic nights in Varanasi it was time to move on.

Barfood, Sickness and Guilt
Arrived back in Delhi and didn’t have a gig booked for the next couple of nights so went looking for one. Found a great bar called “The Bar”, the guy standing on the door (an Indian Cowboy) was kitted out in a Johnny Cash outfit. I thought this looked like a good place for a gig! The inside was a western theme bar but instead of C&W music, recorded techno was being played, the bar was about 10% occupied. As there were quite a few of us entering the manager was on the case very promptly and waiters were eagerly awaiting. Once our beers were ordered the manager came back to check everyone was happy. I complemented him on having such a great bar and asked when the live music started, he explained there was no live music, the bar only used DJ’s. It then took all of 15 minutes to enlighten him and secure a gig for the following evening. For the next couple of hours The waiters kept the beer flowing and they also kept the bowls of complementary food stuff arriving on the table. Normally I would not touch the complementary food as I don’t trust where other people’s fingers have been however it had been a long day, I had had loadsa beer and just got a gig so was too relaxed and ate. The manager came back and showed me his phone with pictures he had found when he googled me, he choose one of me with CIP to use for his poster, I told him that was not really good as I was performing solo with guitar for him (not with an 8 piece band) but he wanted to use his chosen picture anyway because he liked CIP’s sax  player.
When I got back to the  hotel I had the worse Delhi Belly imaginable, I lost 34 hours in the state of delusional dehydration. At one point I awoke and didn’t have a clue where I was (I knew I was not in the UK but did not have ® a clue which country I was in) I had to switch on the light and search for my air ticket to find I was in India. 35 hours on I was rehydrated and feeling much better.

It was only on the way to the train station I remembered my gig. I had talked the guy into booking me then not turned up, I tried finding contact details for “The Bar” to call and apologise but so far no luck, so next time in Delhi I owe him a free gig. In Shimla now and loOking forward to the Shimla Cafe tomorrow night.

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About Tobias. A. Hogg

My daughter, my nephew, Christian Scientist actors and now even my 80 something mum are all doing it and I have decided to have a go. My intention is to record things that intrigue or amuse me and the source of my experiences is probably going to be centred around my chosen profession gigging singer, but who knows what future blogs may bring.

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