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Alive

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:55:49 GMT

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.

Get the latest edition of Q a read all about it

All dressed up

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 09:29:50 GMT

- Nethier Keitel nor Roth nor Madsen

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 17:13:00 GMT

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

- William Blake

The Death of Blogging

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 04:16:46 GMT

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

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 06:16:28 GMT

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

Top 100?

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 00:51:09 GMT

I was listening to Ten yesterday, for old times sake, and as usual, Mike McCready was taking me away on his slick licks on Alive. So, it got me wondering, where would good ol' Mikey feature on Rolling Stone's top 100 guitarists of all time. Instead of pointless speculation, I went to the source itself, and guess what? He didn't figure in the top 100!!! What the fuck? I mean come on, this guy pioneered a movement that changed the world, and he couldn't make the cut while Joni Mitchell could? With all due respect to Joni, but hey, we're talking about Mike McCready here!!!

As Joni Mitchell snugged in at number 72, ahead of the likes of Angus Young 96, and Kim Thayil rounding up the rear, I figured that most of the list is full of crap. So, we'll have a look at the top 20, see what that was like:

1Jimi Hendrix - No issues
2 Duane Allman of the Allman Brothers Band - Not a big fan, but very skilled nonetheless
3 B.B. King - Need I say more?
4 Eric Clapton - Old Slow Hand, can't say much about his singing, but the man has the blues
5 Robert Johnson - This guys is supposed to be the Grandfather of Rock n' Roll
6 Chuck Berry - Father of the Rolling Stones
7 Stevie Ray Vaughan - GOD
8 Ry Cooder - Ok, in relative terms of course
9 Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin - Genius
10 Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones - GOD
11Kirk Hammett of Metallica - Interesting
12 Kurt Cobain of Nirvana - Very Very Ineteresting
13 Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead - No doubts
14 Jeff Beck - Hell Yeah!
15 Carlos Santana - Supernatural
16 Johnny Ramone of the Ramones - He brought the Blitzkrieg

17 Jack White of the White Stripes - Why not?
18 John Frusciante of the Red Hot Chili Peppers - Deserved, in ways more than one
19 Richard Thompson - never heard of him
20 James Burton - Same Goes

So, most of the list pretty much speaks for itself. Interesting, George Harrison was deemed #21, and The Edge at # 24 and Brian May at #39. I just can't understand some of this!!

Here go check out the list:

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5937559/the_100_greatest_guitarists_of_all_time

* Notice that all 3 guitarist that played for The Yardbirds are in the top 20.

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Wed, 21 Feb 2007 00:42:51 GMT

The last post suggested that this space was coming back to life, but the subsequent weeks have suggested otherwise.

After watching the trailer for The Inconvenient Truth, I was convinced the World is going to end sooner rather than later, but of course then I slept through Rocky Balboa, even then, it was money well spent. Although the 70 minutes of the 95 minute film was, to put it in a nutshell, shockingly BAD, the 25 minute bout scenes were class. As Balboa's opposite number in the ring put it, "The man's got bricks in his gloves".

Back to the end of the world then, we are living the Apocalypse as we speak. Excuse my pesimism, but hey, isn't that the truth? Part of me wanted to believe that we can turn it around by going through the Standard Checklist To Save The World, i.e. drive clean cars, save energy, blah blah and more. These were the thoughts that we running through my head as I headed home from the cinema.

When I got home, I was convinced. The end is upon us and there is no turning back. So what made me come to this conclusion? The point of no return was:

My 8 year cousin could not believe that we didn't have cellphones in the past.

That is what it has come to.

Good Luck my fellow Man.

Back to Life

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 05:06:55 GMT

This place has been dead for weeks. I have slowly found myself coming back to life, the war hasn't been won yet, but the battles at work seems to be subsiding.

Anyway, to kick off the blog's return to life, hope it lasts, here's a little something:

Great comic book. But Stupid ninjas though, guns? Come on GUNS? Since when has guns stopped Chuck? You can't stop Chuck, hell even an Army will have trouble. Watched Missing In Action yet?

CHUCK NORRIS ROCKS!!

Blanked

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 10:49:01 GMT

You start to think a whole lot clearer when your mind is blank. Your life become routine, no questions asked. You tend to become more focused, shutting out the rest of the world becomes a much easier. No need to take that Yoga class to meditate. It just seems natural. The rest of the world just spins around, with you just focusing on that particular point that has been assigned to you.

Interesting how exhaustion can lead the mind to tune in to the right "spiritual channels". Who needs those books from The Maharishi or The Yogi, just work your ass off man, you'll get there.

A blanked out mind, is not necessarily a bad thing then?

Comical yet torturous

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 16:27:47 GMT

So this is whats its like, to get on a bus, everyday, regardless of hour, that just goes round and round, but somehow, you're passing the whole world by. It's funny when you have a 3 million dollar piece equipment crap out on you at 3 AM while conveniently shreading a robot's arm into bits. Its funny how you come to work at 8 am and go back at the very exact time you came to work, if you're lucky.Its also funny when you have to do someone elses job because he wasn't in the mood and to cap it off, it's also funny that you begin to realise, the only way to live lies in a cup of coffee, a can of Red Bull and a pack of Luckies.

That pretty much sums up the unfortunate circumstances that I am faced with, something that we humans have come to know as life. Enjoyable it may be, may have been, and may still be, but sometimes, four hours in the comfort of the mattress, blanketed by a plethora of phone calls, may seem worth the pat on the back your American boss bestowes upon you. They say exercise is free, the need for gym fees, fat burning supplements and liposuction, is zeroed, when the trade that you ply, will suck more than specified requirements from your body. The ethos of the mentally realised is, Mind over Body. That may work in a Lucozade advertisement, but unfortunately, isotonic fluid is no caffeine, and caffeine is no long term mental equalizer and one Luckies too many, to put it bluntly, will kill you.

So I guess, if God had answered Homer Simpson's question as to what the meaning of life was at the end of that episode where he goes to heaven, I wouldn't be here writing this crap, in a full smock, and 1.30 AM in the morning.

Its funny isnt it?

Cheers my fellow Working Class Heroes