Over the last few months, I’ve spent weeks trying to salvage old pictures and negatives. These pictures carry a lot of memories, so when the pics are beyond repair, one has to just shrug one’s shoulders with a sad look on one’s face and take another pull at a conveniently placed foaming tankard of ale. On the other hand, if the pics are semi-good, the ‘I was there!’ feeling is really indescribable.
Here are a few of such pictures. The two Max Roach pictures were taken during the Jazz Yatra in Mumbai, circa 1984 or thereabouts – I’ve uploaded a few colour pics from the same show in an earlier post.
And two of me with Dizzy. The hero worship in my eyes is palpable. And why not? Dizzy is about as close to God that I’m likely to get in this life.
More in future posts.