Alive

The temptation to kill this thing off for good was looming on the horizon, but for sentimental value and for what that was worth, it survived. It has been as good dead anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

The dreary dronish entity that has been come be know as life just goes on and on and on.

So this month we celebrate the 10th aniversary of the bloated misunderstood masterclass that is Be Here Now. So it's been decade already, can't quite belive it. I remember being 14, huddling round a friend's cassette, memorizing lyrics admiring album art, rushing to get home by seven just to watch Over the Edge and UK Top 10 to get a glimpse of one of the greatest anthemic videos of all time. When you're 14, hell even now, Hueys, Parkas, Ray Bans and Les Pauls in war torn Yugoslavia/Croatia/Somewhere in the Balkans, is plain COOL!

Yeah, Oasis lost it on this album, went absolute bonkers. Whatever the media said, or still say, as far as I'm concerned, it was one of their best. It was far away from critical acclaim, it wasn't classic Oasis it wasn't straight up in yer face, which is why it was rather different, but it was anthemic nonetheless. D'you Know What I Mean made me want to be Liam Gallagher, to me, it will remain as one of my favorite Oasis tracks ever, it just oozes cool. So Noel decided to mix 10 exact same guitar tracks together to get the Sonic effect, so they were high on coke, so they hated each other and the band fell apart, the dawn of a new beginning, but all in all, just a great rock and roll story.

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All dressed up

- Nethier Keitel nor Roth nor Madsen

"If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite"

- William Blake

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The Death of Blogging

 I'm pretty sure I've been here before, all looks rather familiar, I'm getting a sudden surge of de ja vu.

Jokes. I forgot my password, thats how long its been since I last made use of this space. Its been a while. This past month has been great. I reached a major milestone in my life, ticked in off my checklist. I drove a classic muscle car.

Here's what it looks like, be amazed.

It looked exactly like the picture above, only picture it white. Imagine this, a 3.0 V8 that runs on leaded fuel. It was the most perfect thing I'd ever seen in my life. Nothing sounded better than the bellow of pure British muscle even Revolver couldn't hold candles to it. I had not been this excited since my first time at Sepang.

I don't care if there is hole in the ozone, or if climate change is going make Armageddon a reality, we're all dead either way, so driving this car and burning a gallon every 5 miles just feels right, spreading that sweet smell of real gasoline burning!!! And also sharing the roar of the Stag seems like a public service annoucement with hope that people will realise what a real car should look, sound and smell like.

I have to say, this a very heterosexual male thing, and I understand you don't get this.

The greatest one liner

I haven't been here in a fair bit, but hey, thats the way you gotta roll sometimes eh?

Check out the greatest one liner in history

"So Kyle, what's it gonna be? Tits or Destiny?"

-Jack Black, Tenacious D, Pick Of Destiny