Friday, October 29, 2010

Asobi Seksu Live in Singapore: Nov 27

Ah the prospect of this show excites me. I mean like seriously excites me. Unnaturally excites me. Any show dubbed 'playful sex' in Japanese is a show I want to go to. Never mind what it is about. Elephant on stilts? Sexy. Music? Yeah, it's absolute music to my eyes. Yep eyes, not ears. Why listen to playful sex when you can watch it? Why indeed.

Asobi Seksu - New Years (from Citrus)

Monday, October 25, 2010

Arrested Development and Public Enemy in Malaysia?

When you hear a rumour about two of your hip-hop icons making their way to these parts next year, you can't help but get all warm and fuzzy and think back to those childhood moments, when you first discovered them, when life was simpler...ahhh...oooo...ommmm...


Uhhh, what was that? Where am I?

Oh well, look at this. It's a meadow. And look, there's Uncle Boogoo! He's the one who said to me back when I was a little urchin, "Boy, there is nothing quite like living 3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of...". And then he walked off, got himself a beer, and transformed into a pork chop.

Since then, I have never stopped in my quest to discover the conclusion of that statement. I have fought with lions, grappled with tigers and slept with bears in search of the answer to that hanging sentence. I have eaten in Italy, prayed in India and loved in Bali, and have even mastered the art of doing yoga while looking sexier than Julia Roberts.

So anyways, here I am! And I finally get a chance to ask my uncle what he really meant! Here I go...

Me: Hi Uncle Boogoo.

Uncle Boogoo: Hi, Macho Man!

Me: I've always had this question that I wanted to ask you for the longest time. It's been bugging me forever. And so since you are here, I thought I wanted to ask you now.

Uncle Boogoo: Well, ask away boy!

Me: Well Uncle Boogoo, the question is, you know when you said there is nothing quite like living 3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of", you just stopped. You never finished your sentence.

Uncle Boogoo: Oh I didn't?

Me: No you didn't. So I was wondering, what was the end of that sentence? By the way, you look like an awesome pork chop.

Uncle Boogoo: Thanks boy. Well, I wanted to say that there is nothing quite like living 3 years, 5 months and 2 days in the life of... hey, are you chewing on my ankle?

Me: Oh umm... mgdfffdfrfd...

Uncle Boogoo: What? My ankle tastes of pork?

Me: Grfosfffwfffssmm...

Uncle Boogoo: Why yes, I did season it with parsley, oregano and weed.

Me: Frugddfffwedddeeeeddfjekf.

Uncle Boogoo: Oh sure, you can start on my knees next. So did you still want to know the answer to your question?

Me: Frgguttettebatbttit.

Uncle Boogoo: Ok. Make sure you try my thighs, they totally rock.

New Found Glory - Tennessee (Arrested Development cover) (from Punk Goes Crunk)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Black Keys in Malaysia? Whoah ...

Craziest rumor we've heard this week is that ballsy bluesy duo The Black Keys are due for a show over in these parts. It's crazy because it's either completely true, or that we are being lied to, and as usual, we are just believing it because it's so awesome. Not that it's fresh seeing as we believe all sorts of insane crap all the time. Like the other day, someone told me that you could buy a Tiger and Peacock hybrid animal in the pet store and we believed it and rushed there only to find thay don't have 'Tigercocks' available but instead they have 'crocockdiles' available.

Now why would we want something boring like that?

The Black Keys - Chop and Change (from OST Twilight: Eclipse)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Rarity on the Rarity: Copeland - Black Hole Sun

Black Hole Sun

Rare factor: Sugary sweet Floridan band cover gloomy Seattle grunge classic for a tacky punk compilation? The first time in the series that the original band is actually more punk than the band covering it.

Allowing Copeland to cover Soundgarden is like eating fried chicken with chocolate sauce. Not that it does not work, but well, it's just a little strange. Me? I prefer my chicken with strawberry sauce myself topped with some cherrys and a scoop of 'durian' ice cream. Now that my friend, is a combo that's not strange. Have I told you about my deep fried monkey recipe? Oh man, the syrup on that one.

Copeland - Black Hole Sun

Friday, October 15, 2010

This Week's Track 9: A Camp - Eau De Colonia

I just love the idea of side projects. Besides being able to seem something in a different light, it allows us the space to do something different from what I would usually do day-to-day.

Like how on a day-to-day basis, I would usually, pick up my flame thrower, head out to the woods behind my home and torch the whole forrest looking for some truffles. My wife has indicated that it might be a little drastic but I told her that one should not compromise on good food. She then said something about how 'where we live, truffles don't grow'. I think it's silly to think that something only grows in a specific place. Why would that be? But on the flip side, I have found that the truffles picked up, tasted more like snails. My wife has said they are but I am choosing the option of 'selective hearing'.

It's the secret to a long-lasting marriage.

A Camp - Eau De Colonia (from Colonia)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Broadcast Live in Malaysia?

Word on the street at the Sectoid haunt behind my house is that Birmingham duo Broadcast will be 'broadcasting' into these parts really soon. You know, kind of like how Megan will be Foxing into town after them. And how Paris will be Hiltoning when she is on town after Megan. Me, I'm just a pig that's going to be pigging on some pig soon.

Hmm ... something about that last one did not sound right.

No details as yet, but if you don't hear anything in a year then consider us farting as usual, but if you do and you're incredibly happy, you can send us a cheque for 1,000.00 bucks and throw in your wife into the deal as well.

Broadcast - Where Youth and Laughter Go (from The Future Crayon)

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Let's get lyrical, lyrical: David Bazan - Lost My Shape

You used to feel like a smoker
Shivering in the cold
Waiting outside the bar
Until the opener's over
But now you feel like a drinker
Twenty days off the shots
Down at the liquor store
Trying to call your sponsor

You used to feel like a forest fire burning
But now you feel like a child
Throwing tantrums for your turn

You used to feel like a prophet
And everyone wanted to know
How you could tell the truth
Without losing that soft glow
But now you feel like a preacher
Evoking the flames of Hell
Some drunk fisherman
Chasing after the white whale

You used to feel like the prodigal returning
But now you hate what you've made
And you want to watch it burn

Just want to also say at this point of time that I used to feel like a chicken, frying in a fryer. I also used to feel like a pig, watching my knuckles braised. Why did I feel the need to express that? Cause I am hungry. And when I am hungry, I write poetic words. Either that, or I pick up slingshot and start shooting the children but my wife's not happy about me doing that, especially since they are not even my kids.

David Bazan - Lost My Shape (from Curse Your Branches)
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