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Original source: Indian Express
Ziaktu: Anup Kutty
A Funeral and a Journey – Anup Kutty
On my 33rd birthday, I went to a funeral. Clarence Gonsalves was 27 when he lost a long battle with cancer. He was one of the finest bassists that Delhi ever produced. Following a buzz in Delhi’s music circle about this bassist with a unique left-hand technique, I first saw him on stage about seven years ago with a jazz-pop outfit called Level 9. Clarence went on to play for a number of popular bands, including Joint Family and Them Clones, earning a reputation for being the most dependable bassist in town. For any band missing a bassist, there was always Clarence to step in last minute and do a stellar job. For someone with a deadly disease gnawing from the inside, it was ironic for him to attain that sort of a reputation. His funeral, much like Amit Saigal’s (Editor, Rock Street Journal), was well-attended by everyone from Delhi’s music scene — musicians, fans, engineers, roadies. However, unlike Amit who lived long enough to enjoy the fruits of his labour, Clarence still had a lot of music in him. A live video (on vimeo.com) of his recent solo venture — The Yellow Brick Project — is indication enough that he had a grand soundscape in the pipeline. His exit is a huge loss to the indie music scene in India.