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28/7/2002
Had a good three days hanging out in Coventry. The place itself
was as dull as ever, but it was nice to catch up with the ol' Whitefriars
Street posse again. And it's been such a long time since I had a
proper Chinese dinner. The meal in Birmingham sure did make up for
all the good food that I've been missing out on ever since I set
foot in London. Fish, prawns, crab (big ones at that), eel, 'kangkong
belacan' (which wasn't even remotely close to the real thing but
good enough on its own), copious amounts of chilli in soy sauce,
tofu with scallops ... mmm ...
And once again I managed to surprise everyone
at the table with the amount of food that I can consume, you know,
me being skinny and all. If there was a computer program which could
simulate the conversation I have every time people start talking
about my eating habits, it'd probably go something like this:
begin
repeat
write('Wow, you really can eat
a lot!')
write('Umm, yeah, I guess I
do,')
write('So how come you don't
gain any weight?')
write('I ... dunno.')
write('You must have a very
high metabolism rate!')
write('Mmm, perhaps.')
until (bill arrives or dinner finishes or divine
intervention shuts everyone up)
end.
Yeah, more or less like that.
18/7/2002
I bought a cassette of Beck's Mellow Gold when I was
15 on the sole strength of 'Loser'. This was a big leap forward
for me in terms of buying music, considering that my sonic diet
back then was made up of a steady intake of Snoop Doggy Dogg,
Dr Dre, Warren G, 2pac, Naughty By Nature,
Aaliyah, SWV and, umm, the Home Alone soundtrack
which came along with my first copy of the Bible (they were birthday
presents). Anyway, I remember playing the cassette for the first
time on my little bass-deficient Philips radio in the living room
at home, nodding my head to 'Loser'. And that was all I could nod
to. Later on, I was like, what the heck's this? Country music? Grunge
(which brings back memories of two distinct posses of people back
in high school - either you 'rock' or you 'rap'. And I rapped. Hell
yeah, I was representin' back in the dayz, yo!)? I remember my sister
asking me what sort of weird music I was listening to, which, incidentally,
she still asks to this day. I didn't quite know what to reply, and
I made it a point to sit through the whole album at least once.
Ultimately I ended up thinking what crap Mellow Gold was.
I remember asking a friend of my sister's if he wanted to buy the
album from me (he was from the 'rock' clan) cos I really, really
didn't like it. And so it was that I eventually stuck some cellophane
tape over the erase-protection tabs and dubbed over the tape with
some radio shows.
Odelay came out when I was in Form Five. I tried persuading
my friend to play it in the morning before the school assembly on
the PA system but he already got into trouble for playing Bone
Thugs-N-Harmony and KRS-One so he refused. He was given
a warning by the teachers to play only 'relaxing' music to mentally
prepare students for the day. Little did the teachers realise that
having Mariah Carey's 'Hero' invading our aural canals every
morning could actually lead to temporary insanity. We were short
of actually shooting each other. I kid you not.
Anyway, Beck. This time around it was on the sole strength
of 'Where It's At' which I haven't even heard in full. I remember
seeing a snippet of the video on TV and Beck was wearing
a tie, doing a kick-jump against a backdrop of a typical American
car sale garage surrounded by breakdancers. The beat was catchy,
the video was rife with hip-hop overtones - I was intrigued. This
was way before the Grammy hype surrounding the album came about.
By now my diet has expanded to include DJ Shadow, Howie
B and Portishead so I got into Odelay easily.
Only then did I realise the genius that is Beck. I tried
digging up the Mellow Gold cassette after that cos I couldn't
quite remember if I actually did erase it but I seemed to have lost
it.
Right now, I'm listening to Mellow Gold, Odelay and
Midnite Vultures back to back and I'm really looking forward
to the new album due in September. The whole thing with Beck
gave me an answer to a generic question friends usually ask me when
I start talking about the music I listen to. "Man, how can
you like (Sonic Youth/Le Tigre/Stereolab/My
Bloody Valentine/Low) when you also listen to (Jay-Z/N.E.R.D./Gangstarr/Ghostface
Killah)?" The question's not always just between rock and
rap, but also between electronic music, jazz, anime soundtracks,
whatever.
The answer? "Easily." If you can appreciate the artist
beyond the foreground of the music they make and delve into the
background where the artist operates, you'd be able to appreciate
so much more. Try tapping into the passion that drives people to
make the kinda music they make. Comprehend the angle that they come
from. Who are their influences? What inspires them? What are they
trying to tell you? Are they having fun? Are they depressed? You
know, all sorts of questions. The music they make may not completely
appeal to you, or at least not immediately (see Beck) but
once you are able to grasp the whole process the music went through
before you actually got to hear it, well, simply put, "The
world would be a better place!" (With sash over shoulder, crown
on head and sceptre in hand.)
Over and out.
13/7/2002
It's awful when life is clouded with uncertainty. Not knowing where
you'll be in a few month's time, no idea what's gonna happen, no
sign of anything permanent, nothing. You're just floating along
the ether, drifting at the mercy of other people's decisions. The
transition from being a student (and essentially, a kid) all your
life to the real world is horrible. Before you know it, you'll be
out there, sustaining your own life. Which I'm actually quite prepared
and psyched for. What worries me is that state
of limbo, that intermediary period between crawling out of a lifetime
of predetermined phases and lining yourself up on the starting line
of the proverbial rat race. And even worse, not knowing where to
find the race track.
Oh, and the new place? It's like being transferred from a maximum
security prison to a minimum security one. In the words of Death,
"Peachy keen!". You know, I really shouldn't be saying
all this, especially not on a weblog. But I love revelling in whatever
morsel of sympathy that I can get. It's perverse and sad. But that's
me for you.
Soundtrack for the moment: Red House Painters' Ocean Beach.
10/7/2002
Alrighty, it seems that I might be getting out of this prison-cell
of a room sooner than I think. My sister found a place in Bayswater
and she'll be moving in soon. I'd probably get in later, once I
finish my final project. Gawd, I'm gonna miss my cable connection!
Do you think I have too many pop-up windows on my site? Well hey,
don't complain till you've been here.
8/7/2002
Minority Report was pretty good. Although I felt that a lot
of the stuff in the film are hyper-futuristic, in the sense that
it's much too high-tech to be able to take place within the next
50 years or so. Or perhaps it can. We'll see.
Aside from that, MAJOR SITE UPDATE ALERT! Added a completely new
section under stuff! Basically inspired
by those photo albums on altsense.
Check it out now!
1/7/2002
Time files. I mean 'flies'.
Here's a tip if you're compiling some serious rock tunes into a
minidisc. Take Sonic Youth's Daydream Nation and Murray
Street, add The Hives' Veni Vidi Vicious, squeeze
in White Stripes' 'Fell In Love With A Girl' and top it off
with Weezer's 'Buddy Holly'. Of course, remember to do it
in MDLP2 mode. And when you're done, you'll have a solid two and
a half hours of rawk action to accompany you wherever you
go! Provided you bring your minidisc player along of course. Mmm
... the joys of minidisc. Until I have enough cash to afford an
iPod that
is.
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