Majrooh Sultanpuri 1-Oct l Don McLean 2-Oct l Stevie Ray Vaughan 3-Oct l Tommy Lee (Motley Crue) 3-Oct l Pamela Mukherjee 4-Oct l Shailendra Singh 4-Oct l R.K.Sreeramkumar 4-Oct. l Prameela Gurumurthy 5-Oct l Rattan Jain 5-Oct l Bob Geldof 5-Oct l T.N.Krishnan 6-Oct. l Palai C.K.Ramachandran 7-Oct l Usha Khanna 7-Oct l John Cougar Mellencamp 7-Oct l Toni Braxton 7-Oct l Leo Rod 9-Oct l John Entwistle (The Who) 9-Oct l Nedunuri Krishnamurthy 10-Oct l David Lee Roth (Van Halen) 10-Oct l Daryl Hall (Hall and Oates) 11-Oct l Milan Singh 12-Oct l Nida Fazli 12-Oct l Marie Osmond 13-Oct l Sammy Hagar 13-Oct l Cliff Richard 14-Oct l M.S.Shashank 14-Oct l Chris De Burgh 15-Oct l Dr. N.Ramani 15-Oct l Mudikondan C.Venkatarama Iyer 15-Oct l Flea (Red Hot Chili Peppers) 16-Oct l Bob Weir (Grateful Dead) 16-Oct l Eminem 17-Oct l Ziggy Marley 17-Oct l Palladam Sanjeeva Rao 18-Oct l Kumar Sanu 20-Oct l Manfred Mann 21-Oct l Prayag Raj 22-Oct l Shaggy 22-Oct l Sapna Mukherji 23-Oct l Tirupanithura Radhakrishnan 24-Oct l Bill Wyman (Rolling Stones) 24-Oct l Madurai Mani Iyer 25-Oct l Navneet Nishan 25-Oct l Sharda 25-Oct l Chad Smith (Red Hot Chili Peppers) 25-Oct l Shabbir Kumar 26-Oct l Anuradha Paudwal 27-Oct l Simon Le Bon 27-Oct l Peter Green (Fleetwood Mac) 29-Oct l Abhijeet 30-Oct l Abu Malik 30-Oct l Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane) 30-Oct l David Coverdale (Deep Purple/Whitesnake) 22-Sep l Emani Sankara Sastri 23-Sep l Bruce Springsteen 23-Sep l Imran Merchant 25-Sep l Papanasam Sivan 26-Sep l Olivia Newton-John 26-Sep l Pinky (Preety-Pinky) 27-Sep l Durai Swaminathan 28-Sep l Lata Mangeshkar 28-Sep l Mahesh 27-May l Jerry Lee Lewis 29-Sep


I was only eight now when you called me black
The colour that, whats the colour of sunset,
Then night isn’t white, what colour is death
Don’t turn your back, the world isn’t multi colour
Its just white and black
There’s more colour on the rack
So don’t paint the world
White and Black
You think your intelligent & strong
You’re white, you have the rights
I am black, weak and wrong
The world runs on colour
not red, blue, green or yellow
But dull drab, white and black
O great so you’re white
Yourself don’t get a fright
Thats blood, it’s not wine,
It’s the same as mine
Don’t stare into my face and turn away
I ‘am a man not swine,
Look into your great bag
There are other colour at the bottom,
You wouldn’t paint the rainbow
White and Black

- Wayne 'Clapton' Reilly
©-Spotlight Publishing-1998


Buildings touching the sky,
Yet millions homeless,
Why? There's money enough for war,
But million starve What for?
New drugs to bring back smiles,
How come so many die, like flies,
Poverty and pain abound,
There's hundred all around,
And we call ourselves
Masters of the Universe.
Babies born outside the womb,
Given life inside a tube,
Even walking on the moon,
Trips into space for everyone, coming soon
Machines can talk, some can ever Walk,
Money we've got plenty, Gold and Silver too,
May be were Masters of the Universe.
Nuclear bombs so small, no bigger than a ball
Missiles that fly so fast, there's one to beat the last,
And with arsenals so huge, there'll be no place to take refuge,
We could have some place
If only everybody didn't want to become
Masters of the Universe.

- Wayne 'Clapton' Reilly
©-Spotlight Publishing-1998


Upon my sick bed lonely I lie,
pain numbing my head,
Up in the dark sky,
I see visions of death.
A shot in the darkness,
a bright yellow flash,
Tearing the darkness,
opening a deep gash,
Slowly I fall down,
all bloody and red,
And then I wake up,
it’s only a vision of death.
Then I drift back,
do you see what I see,
The hangman’s noose,
it’s ready for me,
tightening around my head,
Eyes popping out of my head,
But then I realise,
it’s just another vision of death.

- Wayne 'Clapton' Reilly
©-Spotlight Publishing-1998


Big and bad pushing seventeen,
Thinking back, one hell of a ride this has been
It started one day, smoking pot and rolling in the hay
Life was a dream when I started
The Journey of my life
Then I moved into first I grew so did my thirst
By the time I moved into third
I was moving so fast I didn’t even notice
The highway zooming past in
The Journey of my life
I didn’t even know
When I shifted into fourth Or stepping on the Gas
Things just happened
So fast I shot a man
Got into a Van and continued through
The Journey of my life Now I’m twenty four
And moving slow
Circling around death row They caught up one day` and threw me in jail
Without any bail
And one of these days,
They’re going to
jam brakes to
The journey of my life.

- Wayne 'Clapton' Reilly
©-Spotlight Publishing-1998


Will there be a tomorrow
Will the sun shine again,
Will there be blue skies
Or just darkness and pain,
Which of the top powers
Will it come from.
Who'll have the pleasure
Of dropping the bomb,
Will it be Russia,
Could be even India
Even America could
Give us the darkness and pain.
When will we see
That spectacular sight,
The beautiful orange mushroom
Could it be tonight,
Won't it make a pretty sight
Corpses lying everywhere,
The land bloody red
And the planet plunged in despair.
So make up your mind now
Decide your fate,
‘Cause even tomorrow
Could be too late.

- Wayne 'Clapton' Reilly
©-Spotlight Publishing-1998



Hard Rock Cafe1

Located in a former mill, the Mumbai outpost of the US chain of resto-bars has a mixed reputation among the city's musicians. In the first couple of years after opening, in 2006, indie rock acts were often asked to include a stipulated number of cover songs in their set lists. These days, Hard Rock Café, which hosts gigs every Tuesday and Thursday night, sticks mostly to cover bands, with a couple of dates a month spared for indie groups. Skip these gigs, and come here only for the ticketed events, when one of the seating areas is cleared to make room for a larger stage, for performances by Indian indie icons (folk-fusion veterans Indian Ocean, electro-rock superstars Pentagram), international chart toppers (Wyclef Jean, Jay Sean) or club-packing DJs (Bob Sinclair, Paul van Dyk). Be warned, though: the waiters break into a synchronised jig every time the Village People's "YMCA" comes on.

Bombay Dyeing Mill Compound, Pandurang Budhkar Marg, Worli, + 91 22 2438 2888, Open daily noon-1.30am. Performance times and entrance fees vary