日曜日, 1月 29, 2006

Tix? We got jack!

being a skema gig-goer, i've always got tix to see my favourite bands really early. last night was my first ever attempt in buying gig tickets from touts / scalpers/ ulats. the fall out boy tickets were sold by nottingham rock city sometime last october. hehe. no wonder they sold out. did a quick search on online tout sites as well as eBay and found that they were selling 'em for like 40 smackers (original price 11). we even hatched a plan to show these guys that we only had 20-30 quid to spare, and hopefully try getting them like a few minutes before FOB gets onstage.

what did they want for 'em? 50 quid each. even came up with factoids like, "ooh... they're like 78 quid on eBay, you know?". like buggery. no rock city tix were available on eBay last time i checked. they advised us to chill for like an hour and come back. we headed for the nearby slug & lettuce (again, although different city) for a lil' nachos and drinks. needed a warm one as it was near-to-frickin' freezing outside.

when we got back to rock city, no one was to be seen, ulats or otherwise. nada.

oh well, it was plan B. having some thai take-away food at sapok's. if they keep up with this, i'm definitely moving here.


yesterday, i practised music apartheid / commited music genocide.

those of you who know me would have heard me wax lyrical on how one tries to be open-minded in listening to music. how listening to a variety of genres allows you to be a better musician. how the different beats and melodies could make you come up with that song you wanted to write.

well, enough is enough. everytime i hear missy higgins on my shuffled iPod / iTunes playlist, i cringe. like crazy. not good if you are driving.

padam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuh, lega.

月曜日, 1月 23, 2006

Grown-ups are just children, only bigger

- seen on my birthday card from dini and budin

i turned 36 yesterday, in manchester.

boy, that must be old. i hold on to the adage age is only a number, but then i am sure that was conjured up by old people. like the size-doesn't-matter axiom that is perpetually spouted by people with small dicks.

a lot of people i know tell me that i don't look that old (yeah, it's really difficult to have to pay these people. hehe.). my friends of my generation (i am a few days too late to be a child of the 60's) probably wouldn't know the difference. on the other hand, i have heard that some people don't think i act my age. no, i don't go around singing negaraku when prompted by the ah pek ice cream seller. not that i have, but i don't. far from it.

so, am i that old then? do i feel old? biologically, there are certain things which i have to be careful of as the point of no return was like 6 years ago. my risk of dying from the usual causes of death have now increased a wee bit, if not exponentially. then again, being young(er) doesn't necessarily equate a degree of quasi-immortality either. watch out for that bus when you cross that street, kid. otherwise, i sincerely don't feel any older one bit. i feel the same as i did ten years ago. i still listen to rawk. i still talk the same way. i am still single.

why is that, then? am i living in denial by hanging out with people who were born on the day i was boarding that plane in subang to LHR to do my A-levels? i guess it boils down to my life circumstances.

after most of my batch mates leave the country on graduating, i had housemates who were a few years younger than i was. when it was my turn to graduate from medical school, i started work and despite maintaining contact with my erstwhile college mates, i then had a newer circle of friends who are much younger. they then graduate, and my next circle got even younger, and so forth. to the point that there is / should be a glaring generation gap. such is the price of living my life the way i do.

is it because i am not married that i don't suscribe to the striped, tucked-in baleno polo shirt image and elba slacks, talking about golfing at saujana and comparing notes on which bukit bintang health spa that has the best hooker from beijing? then again, you could still be clad in helmut lang and prada and talk about golf and compare notes on which which health spa that has the best hooker from beijing. i simply digress.

i do sometimes wonder whether i am trapped in some sort of temporal limbo, where whilst i indulge in my love for loud music, the occasional bumming around and PSPs, i manage to play the part of the man with a job, paying exorbitant taxes and saving up for that down payment for a detached house in the suburbs. i wouldn't think many of my contemporaries who moved on to married life with the two and a half kids have this problem, if you want to see it as such. i have currently no responsibility to care for that child, who will one day go to school, wanting a sony PS6 for her 12th birthday and go to imperial college reading material sciences. and that is only daughter #1. rest assured, i will carry that burden when the time comes, when i will readily and valiantly forsake the want of owning a mint 1973 strat (until i have a mid-life crisis, that is).

after the trick birthday candles, the moistest and most luscious chocolate gateau, the logitech gizmo, tomes by plato and machiavelli, thornton chocs and cards, one thing for sure, i do know the 36 years have made me wiser.

on a lighter note, a few friends and i would be trying our luck in procuring tickets for the sold out fall out boy gig in nottingham this saturday. check out the video on the sidebar. just think oh carol, i am bloody fool. thanks to wong for the heads up.

金曜日, 1月 20, 2006

Just as Fake prescribed

ADDENDUM: by the way, fake, thanks to you this is what we're calling ourselves. check it out.
going over the peaks again, for another dirgahayu weekend. have a good one, people.

水曜日, 1月 18, 2006

A woman isn't simply an ornament hanging on to your arm

a woman plays the bass lines to my guitar riffs... and vice versa.

why o why did you leave to play for that other bald guy?!!

stills from judith, the best mutha of a tune from a perfect circle. currently, paz lenchantin is no longer the bassist for zwan (which doesn't exist anymore, thankfully. THANK YOU, delirium!).

月曜日, 1月 16, 2006

Jump like an Egyptian

yesterday saw me driving down 40-odd miles to nottingham. ikea had a sale, but that's beside the point.

i bought a rug. egyptian, for a mere four squids.


because i wanna be, wanna be like jeff.

yup, just like that one.

Pearl Jam-related addendum (1月 17)

fake told me about this. ten club emailed me about this. i finally relented this morning and downloaded the wachovia center gig in philly from march last year. the setlist was great and pretty old school (less riot act-y). they also threw in some pics and PDF files for pearl jam geeks like me to print/make CD covers! all that for ten bucks. yay!

火曜日, 1月 10, 2006

Salam Aidiladha

金曜日, 1月 06, 2006

Which GIG?

writing about the no-go gig ruckus over new year's eve made me look around at who's playing live in the next few months. it's been a while since i go to gigs on a regular basis. and it's also been a while since i followed the current metal scene. like medicine, you'd get out of touch with what's dope if you don't read / watch kerrang! for six months. one thing that made me not follow the metal scene as closely anymore is that, like most current music, the bands have a shelf-life as short as the word pisang (haven't they?). like rap / hip-hop acts. hahaha. also, most of my friends are of the milder rock / emo / punk persuasion. think my chemical romance. yup.

i usually go to gigs of bands i listen to, and rarely to check out new acts. these are the few gigs that have taken my fancy.

which one(s) should i go to? help!

i'd love to check out trivium in nottingham but i may be going to a malaysia night (it's been a while since i've been to one of those as well!) then.

at the mo', i do have tix to see this one. haha. shoot me. i don't care.

木曜日, 1月 05, 2006

Barking up the wrong tree

after reading about the recent furore on the raid at paul's place in KL over an alleged black metal gig, i sometimes wonder if this was a typical example of knee-jerk reaction from an ill-informed public leading to the tip-off. the raiding of a music establishment by the local authorities is not a new phenomenon. the zouk incident a year ago was one worthy of a mention.

i will not try to put forward an argument against whether music can subliminally influence one's mind. rock music and its heavier/darker ilk have always been the alleged root of all evil. a kid committing suicide listening to ozzy's suicide solution. the columbine killings committed by students, one of whom was a fan of marilyn manson. what if you had a serial killer with a complete collection of mariah carey CDs? then again, i have no problem having her branded as evil. haha.

nor will i try to defend the acts of genuine psychos, who are few and far between, which include church-burning in scandinavia and murder. psychotic antisocial behaviour is not limited to the association with black metal. some radical skinheads still hold on to nazi beliefs, and they are into punk music.

are these extreme music genres are to blame? the west memphis three is a sad example of such prejudice.

music had always been utilised as a symbol of rebellion. the shaking hips of elvis presley was perceived as being unsightly by the standards of a more conservative era of the 50's. the calmly serene guitar-infused tunes of bob dylan and joan baez were filled with anti-war angst and criticism of the american government. rap music by the likes of NWA, with their anti-police stance, was a representation of the deep-rooted frustrations with the ill-treatment of the minority african-american population.

i strongly believe that music is not to be solely blamed. ice-T didn't incite the post-rodney king LA riots. ozzy didn't tell that kid to put a bullet in his head. it may be naively simplistic, but to blame, say, punk music as a reason of racist behaviour in a skinhead is like saying his leather biker jacket or knee/ankle-high doc martens are influential just as well. music has become an unwitting accessory. an image appended to the fcuked-up psyche, if you will. can you imagine brutal thugs having a penchant for justin timberlake?

the hardcore norwegian black metal scene was rooted in anti-christian beliefs seen in a small number of youths. it was a statement to revive their norse roots. music by mayhem and emperor may contain pagan elements but it couldn't have solely be responsible for the burning of churches. ideologies like these are borne out of sinister factors deeper than those of screeching vocals and high speed guitar riffs played over blast beats.

it is interesting to see how the local media reports on this. the header read 'mereka akan memijak al-quran' in a local tabloid reporting on a raid on a seremban metal gig last december. the report did include a general write-up on the activities of a 'typical' black metal scene (as i did above), but then appending one of these activities as a header, which i must add, wasn't likely to have had occurred, was misleading. if i were to hypothetically rally a group of people to worship ol' horned uncle nick, i wouldn't book the local community hall and start black mass in the afternoon, would i?

facts need to be got right (black mental[sic] - sheesh) if the general public is to be aware. even my 71-year old dad knows of franz ferdinand (the scottish band, not the assassinated archduke of austria) but that doesn't mean he knows who count grischnakh is. just because i wear a black tee emblazoned with the name iron maiden doesn't make me a black metal psycho-fanatic. one doesn't need to be associated with any kind of music to drink and do illicit drugs.

the root of the society's problem ain't music, it's somewhere else more obvious. please leave the musicians and us decent music-loving public alone.

for a more detailed account of the paul's place brouhaha, go to jeff ooi's screenshots.

月曜日, 1月 02, 2006

Hari baru

surprise, surprise. not really. was in manchester, again, for new year's eve. drove up the long way as it was pissing / there was fog in the peaks. ivan concocted the best ever spread, enough to keep us full for the next fortnight.

spent new year's day with some mates. had sushi at samsi where we actually had a japanese person who waited on us. not malaysian, not geordie, but japanese. sugoi nee!! you can tibai up to two servings of norimaki and sashimi with the ten quid sunday buffet set. apart from the great food, i'd recommend checking out the bog if you ever decide to dine here. urinal luminescence, man. far out! go in turns if you don't want people to talk. haha.

we walked a lot all afternoon, especially in the oxford road area, avoiding post-new year vom patches. the only stores opened were few and far between. got meself something to get me to start walking to the hallamshire. bloody sedap, tried it out this morning 'camera-hunting'.

how was your new year experience?

日曜日, 1月 01, 2006


2005 had been a good year for me. with the hellish 2004 left far behind, things did change for the better last year and here's hoping that this year will be, at least, just as good (scary prospects are indeed looming on the horizon - but what the fcuk), if not better.

selamat tahun baru!
bonne année!
err... blwyddyn newydd dda!