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And Other Such Details...

Some of you who have been reading all this may have noticed I've posted three blogs within three hours (this being the third). Any reason? Sure. Not much to do at work (knock on wood). Hence, I've got quite a shitload of time to write absolute bollocks, as someone with a blog tends to do.

Although there is something quite depressing about some peoples blogs. When you see a post of 'Went to the movies. Saw Shrek 2. It was cool. Gonna catch some sleep now' it makes you wonder why these people write it in the first place.

If you notice, there are very few links to blogs on my page. Reason being, I don't see the point of redirecting you to shite. The few blogs that are up here are genuinely interesting, where even the most simplest description of their daily lives leaves you wanting more.

One such example would be 'My Secret Life As A Prostitute'. Whilst a regular blog on a regular joe would be 'brushed my teeth. Went to work. Boss sucks. Gonna watch TV!', 'My Secret Life...' would have 'Went to meet a john who wanted me to shit on his face and say, "ooh, can I go to the fair now?"'

Of course, one or two may be linked here because they're my buddies and they rule regardless. Like Az, the most fascinating guitarist I have ever met. I had always assumed that people with this level of skill lived in another world that I wasn't allowed into.

So... on to the bollocks, such as how my weekend went. Well, you may or may not be pleased to know that I may or may not be writing for KLue (for those of you who aren't from this side of the globe, KLue is a little magazine detailing the happenings around KL. Kinda like Time Out, but much thinner).

My 'trial assignment' on Sunday was to cover the Karyawan music fest, a barrage of 22 or so bands over the course of a whole day at Planet Hollywood.

Here's the thing.: you're at Planet Hollywood, there are 22 bands playing half hour sets each, and you have just enough money for a pack of cigarettes and a McD's meal. Everyone else around you is relaxing to the music, ordering twenty dollar burgers (or, God forbid, twenty dollar salads) and pitchers of Tiger beer. You are sat there, broke, with your broke friends, nursing the berry flavoured 100 plus power isotonic soft drink that you got free for being a member of the press and tastes like a ribena berry's piss.

The only thing that made up for this was when there were really good bands playing. Sure, there were quite a few that made my attention wander to the power ranger costumes hanging from the ceiling (or Arnold Shwarzenegger's costume from 'the Running Man' which, for some curious reason, is placed inside a mannequin with a huge round brown head reminiscent of an old Gollywog and a swedish meatball), but the bands that rocked really ROCKED.

Special mention needs to go to 'The Keys', or as they like to be known, 'The Real Keys'. Imagine Iron Maiden if they were born in Calcutta and got into Bollywood, and you're almost there. Heavy 80's hair metal riffs combined with a Bollywood pin up frontman in a Michael Jackson-esque white shirt strutting his stuff in sync with the synchronized dance moves of his back up dancers.

(Hmm... those two paragraphs sound pretty good. Might edit them and use them in the article).

Also, gots to mention Dragonred, a band so heavy that the soundman probably gave up half way and said 'you know what, fuck it'. Thundering twin pedal action, monstrous metal riffs, steamy slapped out basslines and vocal raps and melodies to shake Linkin Park out of their boyband boots. number one on the Malaysian top ten for the second week running. Congrats, boyos. Check em out at www.dragonred.com.

Hmmm... who else made an impression... Arthur Kam, 12 year old percussionist extraordinaire, but I'm trying to figure out whether the majority of the crowd were amazed at his musicianship or because he was twelve. He's not talented for a twelve year old, you fucks! He's talented for an any-year-old! This kid is gonna be huge one day. Pragasm watch your back.

Unfortunately, I couldn't stay for all of the good music, even though I should cos I'm covering it, but my girlfriend called and was gonna spring for cigarettes and dinner. For a broke bum whose finished his last pack of Dunhill lights, that's a mighty tempting offer. I just hope the editors of KLue aren't reading this, otherwise my 'trial article' will be my last.

What else... had a meeting with the people 'Under the Stairs'.

For the uninitiated, 'Under the Stairs' is a 'collective' (I hate using that fucking term) of writer-filmmaker creative types. I've written a short film based on an idea we discussed and it's currently in pre-production hell. Shit, I finished the script two and a half months ago, I wish I shot this damn thing already.

However, the agreement we came up with is to direct it together, and one of the other guys is in charge of the visuals. Whilst I'd be more than happy than shoot this guerilla styley off the shoulder with a digicam, the rest of the crew see otherwise, and besides, I really want to see how this script'll come out when someone with actual cinematic vision is behind the camera. Of course, I'll still be directing the monkeys... ACTORS! I mean actors.

I'm supposed to reshoot some footage of myself as well for a short film I've stared in, but the camera was on loan and I don't have it at the moment. Until then, I cannot cut my hair for reasons of continuity. Debbie says I look 'emo'. She may be right. Shit.

Fuck me this blog is long.

Anywhooo, think I'll stop for now. I'm sure I'll think of more vomit to spew by the end of the day. before that, though, gots to give props to my man Az for putting a killer description of my blog on his and linking it. That's what I'm talking about...

Oh, bollocks I need to shit.

7.6.04 07:39

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Debbie / Website (7.6.04 09:08)
yes, let the bush grow. i'm serious about the emo part. emo is like a worst culture than jeng-ness. you get my point.