Me and Xander

I've got too many things to write about and I don't know where to start. I think I'll start with a huge huge thing happening to my life. I had another chat session yesterday with Xander.



Our history is very complicated. We met about 5 years back when my friend S introduced Xander to me. Back then, Xander and S were in a slutty college band which played covers of boybands and pop songs. Xander was a rapper/vocalist who was not too much interested in rock. That was because he had never heard enough to get interested.



It was a practice session for their college rock show and they wanted some advice. I was much better off than either in guitar and musical theory. Naturally, I helped them out with chords and melodies etc. I was getting bored doing this and wanted them to do something more rockish. But no one was interested enough.



During this apparently inconsequential session, S. asked me if he could let Xander borrow my guitar. I said it is fine. He took my guitar and I didn't see him for some time.Another show came up in their college. S. took my drumset, tambourine and another guitar. At that time I was having a busy time with my studies in med school and I didn't have time to practice or jam.



A few months passed by and I needed my gear back. I called S. up and asked him to bring the stuff back home. S. said he will bring it soon. Even after a few weeks, no signs of him returning. I went and talked to S. about it. S. said that there was a problem. Most of the stuff was with other bandmates from college (including Xander) and they refused to return it.



I insisted. Finally I got back my stuff, not all of it though. The drum set was damaged. My tambourine was gone and only one guitar was back. The guitar with Xander had not yet arrived. I was in rage after this and I bursted out to S. He said he was helpless and couldn't help me repair the stuff.



I was very disappointed. But still I didn't have my guitar back from Xander. I hated Xander then. I demanded S. that he should bring the guitar home whatever happens. In another months time, after numerous phone calls as reminders, he brought the guitar back.



I was relieved. But I still hated Xander.



Then, came my big mid-life-crisis. It involved S. and was a huge misunderstanding. It is too long to write about here. In summary, I lost my trust in S. I realized that S. was making excuses all the while for not taking care of my gear. This meant that Xander was not responsible for not giving back the guitar.



A few months passed. I began my internship. I was enjoying life. One day, at a restaurant, I was handed over a fly about a gig in town. I decided to go to the gig. I was without company and had high hopes.



But two songs into the gig I felt rotten. It was gospel rock and it didn't sound great. I hated the lyrics and once the vocalist asked everyone to stand up and clap while should "We serve the lord..." or something of that sort, I thought I had enough of this.



I rushed out and noticed that there were three others who went out along with me. The one in the middle was Xander! I went and met him. I was very happy. We decided on meeting sometime later to jam.



I'll continue the story tomorrow...

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