It's hard to believe, but there actually was a time when myself and the people I knew in the local underground music scene were doing nothing more than just having fun playing music. No politics, no back stabbing, no 'fuck that motherfucker' bullshit, no ass-kissing. Just a bunch of guys and gals having a good time rocking.
The picture above is a little memento of that: the Tribute to Ramones gig at Blue Planet that Saiful organized. Pictured above are members of Intoxicated, Khaimano, Iodine 39 and friends.
This was before FYI. Before Y2k. Before things got iffy with Drake. Before it felt like we were competing against the organizers. Before jamtank flame wars. Before Intoxicated broke up and Iodine 39 still existed. Before Saiful lost his pet sisters (no thanks to me). Before Dragon Music Magazine. Before Jam fucked me over as bandmate and friend.
Looking back, it seems so innocent. Hardly anyone turned up to the gig until Intoxicated's last two songs, probably because nobody expected it to actually start at a decent hour, but we didn't care, we were having a blast.
That's all changed now, but at least it was fun while it lasted.
Not to say that we don't have fun now. It's just... different. There were less headaches last time. Hardly any headaches. Our only worry on that day was when MACP tried to screw Saiful over since the Ramones were copyrighted. We just buggered off before the shit hit the fan.
Sigh... oh, well. At least I've still got this photo.
God, I was thin. What the fuck happened?
