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SHREYA BOSE





            The passing




              of a quiet




                  goddess.








                    Jayashree Singh

            (From always till forever)




           On a winter evening ( I do not remember the date) I was   secret identities and unspoken history. At her time, she
           sitting at a restaurant somewhere in South Kolkata   was  a  woman  fronting  two  rock  bands  with  inimitable
           when in walked Amyt Datta and Jivraj Singh. They    sounds. She was the very definition of a woman who was
           were accompanied by a woman with an elegant coif    writing her own story.
           of silvery hair to whose presence I was unaware. I had
           just  discovered  Singh  and  Datta  through  their  album   Her sentimentality was without any flamboyance, but
           “Ambience de Danse”, reviewed it and chalked myself up   you could never mistake her for someone who held
           to a superfan of the duo.                           anything back. I watched her live at Sienna Cafe : her
                                                               way  of being  was just  that of  great conviction.  She  sat
           The friend I was sitting with and giggling to about the   back  and  sang  her  piece  with  unconcerned  enigma  on
           two men at the table beside us rolled his eyes at me. He   her face. Watching her, I had the feeling that she knew
           was personally offended that my schoolgirl-ardour  did   exactly how incredible she was to the rest of us, and
           not extend to their dinner companion. “That’s Jayashree   didn’t really care.
           Singh. From PINKNOISE. Skinny Alley?” I had no clue
           what these words meant.                             In particular, it was Skinny Alley’s debut album “Escape
                                                               The Roar” that gave us the image of the quintessential
           “Who let you write about music, man?” He asked, the   female rocker. Outside of Usha Uthup, I hadn’t heard
           very image of exasperation.                         any Indian female vocalists in India doing a rock n roll
                                                               croon and then shooting straight up into bass-heavy
           I came back home, found PINKNOISE on Bandcamp and   confrontation.  She  kept  pace  with  those  unpredictable
           realised why he was annoyed with me. Jayashree Singh’s   guitars and drums, and eventually ended up giving them
           voice was a protean thing, a changeling that shifted   direction.
           skin and character like that. She went from seductive
           to fearsome to sardonic to challenging to zen in seconds.   What always charmed me was that despite her
           The music itself was so unashamedly experimental,   musicmanship, what defined her was her kindness.
           something I had not yet started to expect from Kolkata.   Jayashree  Singh was  known for being  a beacon and
                                                               mentor to musicians in Kolkata. So many of the artists
           I’ve been listening to both PINKNOISE and Skinny Alley’s   I  have  spoken  have  told  me  how  generous  she was
           existing repertoire endlessly ever since. Even though   with advice, affection and encouragement. Everyone
           there isn’t too much material, you couldn’t get bored.   gravitated to her easy kindness and her expansive
           These pleasantly mad scientists of sound kept things   artistry, both personally and musically.
           ceaselessly fun, and were flagshipped by Jayashreedi.
           In an era of cover bands, her voice was one of those that   Her passing is an irrevocable loss. No one can pretend
           gave identity to original rock music in this country.  otherwise. We’ve lost much of what created that Calcutta
                                                               post-colonial phonetic magic. We’ve lost a voice that
           She had been trained in Carnatic music, but found her
           avatar when she found her mentor, the original diva   made nights come to life and filled them with one heady
                                                               rush after another. But make no mistake, the stars are
           of Calcutta - Pam Crain. Her voice conveyed a sense of
                                                               rushing for front-row seats to her great gigs in the sky.


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