Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The most underrated band from Manchester
Think Manchester 1980s, you get the baggy scene, the seemingly difficult delivery of UK indie rock amid all the nonsense pop and MTV cashcows.
No, i'm not talking about Morrissey et al or The Stone Roses. A band fell between the cracks. Or perhaps, like their namesake, The Chameleons unfortunately faded into the background before UK embraced indie bands late 80s to 90s.
Ditch Interpol because The Chameleons were the ones who mastered that dark post-punk romantics sound, 25 years ago.
omg, it's a quarter of a century.
They were the dark princes of Manchester rock in 1983. I guess the scene swallowed and extinguished the band like their lyrics from the band's 1983 debut, Script at the bridge suggests:
" Where are we?
First and last
Bound together in our past
Much too cruel
Much too fast'
With titles like A person isn't safe anywhere these days and As high you can go, the atmospheric riffs and lead Mark Burgess vocals, give the interpol a run for moodiness and incomprehensible lyrics.
This album is older than me and it's a keeper y'all.
P.S: Thanks a lot Mr Duffy for referring me to this band. you were right in your dismissive rwords in red ink for the magazine assignment: "They (Interpol) are a rip-off of The Chameleons. Check Script at the bridge"/
No, i'm not talking about Morrissey et al or The Stone Roses. A band fell between the cracks. Or perhaps, like their namesake, The Chameleons unfortunately faded into the background before UK embraced indie bands late 80s to 90s.
Ditch Interpol because The Chameleons were the ones who mastered that dark post-punk romantics sound, 25 years ago.
omg, it's a quarter of a century.
They were the dark princes of Manchester rock in 1983. I guess the scene swallowed and extinguished the band like their lyrics from the band's 1983 debut, Script at the bridge suggests:
" Where are we?
First and last
Bound together in our past
Much too cruel
Much too fast'
With titles like A person isn't safe anywhere these days and As high you can go, the atmospheric riffs and lead Mark Burgess vocals, give the interpol a run for moodiness and incomprehensible lyrics.
This album is older than me and it's a keeper y'all.
P.S: Thanks a lot Mr Duffy for referring me to this band. you were right in your dismissive rwords in red ink for the magazine assignment: "They (Interpol) are a rip-off of The Chameleons. Check Script at the bridge"/
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Feast
Last night i had sort of a nightmare. I dreamt that i was eating a part of a human being. It was weird, maybe i have cannibalistic tendancies.
And mind you, the person who i took a large bite of, haha, was still alive and talking to me, after the meal.
One day, i guess with food shortages, cannibalism doesn't seem that faraway. Just like what Neil Gaiman's short story, Babycakes.
Yes, food from babies.
And mind you, the person who i took a large bite of, haha, was still alive and talking to me, after the meal.
One day, i guess with food shortages, cannibalism doesn't seem that faraway. Just like what Neil Gaiman's short story, Babycakes.
Yes, food from babies.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
All apologies: Six Feet Under
By far, the most beautiful scene in Six Feet Under.
Claire remembers the day Kurt Cobain died, as a reading takes place at her brother's burial.
Nate, her brother, then a high-schooler weeps by the stereo playing Nirvana's "All Apologies", smoking a joint.
"Nate," says Claire.
"Hey," Nate replied.
"Kurt Cobain died today. He killed himself," said Nate as he took a long drag off the joint.
"He was just too pure for this world," he choked.
The 13 year-old claire deadpanned: "His music will live on,"
Nate smiled. "Yeah, it will,"
He sighed, holding out the joint to her: "You wanna try some?"
"Yeah." Claire said as the door shuts.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
She keeps looking for patterns, but the world just happens
" As Harold took a bite of the Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt that everything was going to be okay.
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy...there are Bavarian sugar cookies.
And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin.
Or a kind and loving gesture.
Or a subtle encouragement.
Or a loving embrace.
Or an offer of comfort.
Not to mention hospital gurneys, and nose plugs, and uneaten Danish, and soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters
And maybe the occasional piece of fiction."
From the 2006 film, Stranger than Fiction.
This made my day.
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy...there are Bavarian sugar cookies.
And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin.
Or a kind and loving gesture.
Or a subtle encouragement.
Or a loving embrace.
Or an offer of comfort.
Not to mention hospital gurneys, and nose plugs, and uneaten Danish, and soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters
And maybe the occasional piece of fiction."
From the 2006 film, Stranger than Fiction.
This made my day.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Walk Away Renee (Version)
The funniest spoken-word song I have come across in all my life.
Walk Away Renee
by Billy Bragg
(spoken to the picking of guitar strings)
She said it was just a figment of speech
And I said "You mean figureAnd she said "No, figment
Because she could never imagine it happening. But it did
When we first met I played the Shy boy
When she spoke to me for the first time my nose began to bleed
She guessed the rest
The next day we went on a bus ride to the ferry
And when nobody came to collect our fares
Well I knew then this was something special
I couldn't stop thinking about her
And every time I switched on the radio
There was somebody else singing a song about the two of us
It was just like being on a fast ride at the fun fair
The sort you want to get off because its scary
And then as soon as you're off you want get straight back on again
But all love is strange
And you have to learn to take the crunchy with the smooth I suppose
She began going out with Mr. Potato Head
It was when I saw her in he car park
With his coat around her shoulders that I realized
I went home and thought about the two of them together
Until the bathwater went cold around me
I thought about her eyes and the curve of her breasts
And about the point where their bodies met
I confronted her about it
I said, "I'm the most illegible bachelor in townAnd she said "Yeah that's why I
could never understand any of those silly letters you sent me
And then one day it happened
She cut her hair and I stopped loving her
Walk Away Renee
by Billy Bragg
(spoken to the picking of guitar strings)
She said it was just a figment of speech
And I said "You mean figureAnd she said "No, figment
Because she could never imagine it happening. But it did
When we first met I played the Shy boy
When she spoke to me for the first time my nose began to bleed
She guessed the rest
The next day we went on a bus ride to the ferry
And when nobody came to collect our fares
Well I knew then this was something special
I couldn't stop thinking about her
And every time I switched on the radio
There was somebody else singing a song about the two of us
It was just like being on a fast ride at the fun fair
The sort you want to get off because its scary
And then as soon as you're off you want get straight back on again
But all love is strange
And you have to learn to take the crunchy with the smooth I suppose
She began going out with Mr. Potato Head
It was when I saw her in he car park
With his coat around her shoulders that I realized
I went home and thought about the two of them together
Until the bathwater went cold around me
I thought about her eyes and the curve of her breasts
And about the point where their bodies met
I confronted her about it
I said, "I'm the most illegible bachelor in townAnd she said "Yeah that's why I
could never understand any of those silly letters you sent me
And then one day it happened
She cut her hair and I stopped loving her
When coffee is more important
I have a dirty and messy bedroom. But when it came to the coffee machine in the kitchen, i realised i was such a clean freak.
My mom made coffee without a paper filter today and it really got on my nerves.
It's important to keep the filter clean, else where does good coffee come from?
My mom made coffee without a paper filter today and it really got on my nerves.
It's important to keep the filter clean, else where does good coffee come from?
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