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Asad Khan
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On a murky Monday morning, a hint of light emerges from beneath the bedroom doors of a house in the near suburbs of Toronto. There is a feeble sound coming from within. Perhaps someone humming, or moaning, it's hard to tell. Eagerness bursts through the doors inside, and finds a 26 year old sitting and staring at a computer wearing a torn white shirt and gray shorts. He is sitting on an old office chair with no armrests holding an acoustic guitar. It's a Fender. The first guitar he ever bought nine years ago, without knowing a thing about the instrument. Two flat panel monitors sit atop the desk side by side. One showing an onboard mixing console, the other, the one he is staring into, showing a blue wave form with a line down the middle cutting it into equal halves. To the left of the twin monitors, sits a Mackie mixer taking most of the desk space with about a dozen wires poking in its various holes. To the right of the desk sit two more guitars. They are both Ibanez. One is bass, the other is electric. The rest of the room and the floor are occupied with books and various other gadgets including speakers (monitors), floor pedals, microphones, and amplifiers.
Slowly, as the sun rises, the room begins to fill with light. On the right side of the room there is a huge window with white wooden blinds that are drawn shut. It was hardly noticeable in dark, but as the sun comes up, the whole window appears to be a fiery red painting with each panel on fire.
A few hours later, the same 26 year old is sitting in front of yet another computer, this time an IBM laptop, in a cold tall office building. He is now wearing a crisp white shirt, brown flat front pants, and black shoes. He has shaved clean, and a hint of Code (Armani) is in the air surrounding him. On his laptop, the cursor blinks repeatedly following the opening parenthesis of an if statement. His right hand rests on the keyboard, as he picks up a University of Toronto coffee mug with his left, and nips its hot black contents.
Caught between a world he wishes to shape, and one that shapes him, this 26 year old fights hard to balance. A software developer. A musician of paranormal creativity. A geek. A lyricist of unfathomable charm and imagery. An emotional wreck and a social misfit. A guru of human emotions and behavior. A man shackled with responsibilities. A boy chased by his dreams.
About
Asad Khan lives in Toronto and divides his time between working for an IT firm during the day, and on music at other times. During evenings and weekends, Asad slips in and out of many roles including lyricist, instrumentalist, vocalist, song-writer, composer, sound engineer and producer. Asad Khan Official Website
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