Tuesday, August 09, 2005

got me a new blog.

Saturday, April 24, 2004

S**t on my Stereo: Out of Season by Beth Gibbons and Rustin Mann

The marching band is back in Alexandra. Seriously.

I am a notoriously deep sleeper. There are times when I consider waking up the day's toughest chore. My mother, who is a geniunely nice and sweet person on any other occasion, transforms into a child-hating beast when trying her luck in waking me up. My dad doesn't even bother trying; he's come to understand the magnitude of the task at hand. However, the pulsating banging of the drums and the (eventually) annoying trickle of the xylophones have become my weakness, my very own Kyrptonite. No, my parents did not hire these gang of talented kids to teach me a lesson. Every year, they return for one day in April to participate in the annual Earth Day festivities here. I personally don't mind all the other happenings downstairs, with the flea market, basketball tournament, dog show, etc. But a 20-piece band wailing away with their rendition of "When the Saints Go Marching In" at 8:30 on a Saturday morning? It's like someone begging you to pound on them Irreversible-style, cracking their skulls with a lead pipe and with such force, their faces become irreparably deformed.

Ah, the cruelty.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Just a thought: I've been reading some customer reviews who purchased certain albums from Amazon.com, and many of them have mentioned stuff like "if you wanna hear real music, listen to this" or "forget P-Diddy, Korn and J-Lo. Try this cd out." In spite of all this mainstream bashing, why are these previously mentioned artists still makin' all the dough? It's a funny business, the music industry is. Or maybe, this is just another confirmation of something I've strongly believed in for a long time now: we're just all hypocrites, man.

Tuesday, December 23, 2003


Monday, December 15, 2003

S**t on my Stereo: Siamese Dream by The Smashing Pumpkins

Some random snippets from the latest issue of Time magazine (December 15, 2003):

* "A mia noi [mistress] is an individual's right."

- Thirachai Sirikhan, member of Thailand's ruling party. What a considerate cock-knocker.

* "She picks up a Bugatti's momentum. You want her more at a Volkswagen's steady trot."

- Aniruddha Bahal, excerpt from her book, Bunker 13 and recent recipient of the "Bad Sex in Fiction" award by the London based Literary Review. To Mr. Bahal, I can only say one thing: Time to cut back on the reefer, don't you think?

* Alicia Keys, on the music of yesteryear (particularly the late 60's-early 70's soul scene): "That was the best period ever in music. I probably have romanticized it, but it just seems noble to me. People weren't out chasing hits. They were writing songs they felt. They were experimenting and working together. There was a community. Listen to the songs of that time, and you can feel the passion. It gives me chills." - Au contraire, baby, music of today REALLY gives me chills. In a horrible way, of course.

And finally ...

* Hugh Hefner, on being asked whether he ever gets bored of seeing hooters on a regular basis: "No. I've always been a visual person." Amen.