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Tuesday, August 26th, 2008I now want an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt and a live gig ticket.
I now want an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt and a live gig ticket.
Updated: The original video was removed. Here is a mirror (boobage included ofcourse). NSFW obviously
Nothing sounds good in Russian (nor German) but what the heck, where do I sign up for Russian classes?
And did you know that they aren’t real-life lesbians? They are only portrayed that way as part of the group’s image. And t.A.T.u is actually a shortened name for “this girl loves that girl”.

Moldy Peaches, a leading upholder of the Anti-Folk scene, is a indie band from NYC founded by Adam Green and Kimya Dawson. The band later expanded into a six-piece.
Anti-Folk is a sub music genre. The music tends to sound raw or experimental, and generally mocks the seriousness and pretension of the established mainstream music scene and also mocks itself.
You might already know them from Juno — that catchy song sang by Ellen Page and Michael Cera at the end of the movie.
Anyone Else But You by the Moldy Peaches
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All I can say is The Moldy Peaches is ‘different’. I mean, how many of you have heard a song about ‘crazy’ burgers? Or maybe a song about riding a Greyhound bus?
Here is their latest music video:
How cool is that video, huh? Who says you need a million dollar budget and a wet Pamela Anderson in a white two-piece bikini?
[You might want to put the kids to bed first and safely away from the computer screen before reading the next paragraph] (more…)
I spent a good portion of yesterday’s afternoon watching a re-run of the American Music Awards 2007 on Starworld. And spent the rest of the night crying because my sister beat me at Guitar Hero 3.
I missed Fergie’s and Nicoles Shadshjagersdfser’s performance, but word on the street is that Nicole’s left boob was about to pop out. Hmm…
This is, uh, Avril Lavigne (or atleast I think it is) at the American Music Awards 2007. The shimmering skirt confuses me. Wait, ’skirt’ and ‘Avril’ in the same paragraph? Yes, shocking!
Watching Avril in a skirt is like watching your cat having diarrhea - you’re curious what it looks like, but then when you finally see it, you feel like stabbing yourself in the eye.
Painting a microphone pink is not the right way to go. Trust me.
Anyway, I am just glad she didn’t sing that ridiculously stupid and annoying ‘Girlfriend’ song.
Moving on, it was the Jonas Brothers big debut that night, and they decided to pull a Beyonce (what better way to get the tabloids talking). Boy in white didn’t fall flat to his face though, which is a bummer because I would love to see broken nose and lots of blood.
Next, I felt sorry for this girl. I said ‘girl’ because searching for ‘fat chick behind Vanessa XXX Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale’ in Wikipedia came up with no results. Shish, and they say Wikipedia has the answer to everything.

Awww, she looks so happy.
Overall, the AMAs 2007 was a disappoinment — Carrie Underwood kept winning, so did Daughtry. Justin Timberlake was too lazy to get his fat ass up and accept his awards (sent in a video instead). *yawn
Until next entry ladies and gentleman.. stop, look and go.
Whilst the entire demographic population I am in is listening to cold hardcore emo (scream-o) music (supposedly its ‘in’), I am drawn into feel good music (this week, at least). I am tired of the-cheating-girlfriend-and-I-am-not-over-it-just-yet music. The jealous ex-wife is so last semester, people.

Here are some of my picks:
These are just at the top of my head (John Mayer, Jason Mraz to name a few). Well, frankly, I didn’t feel like photoshopping a collage with all of them in it. The amount of happiness radiating from the photo would make you think twice before you take that last snort of cocaine. And we don’t want to disappoint the drug dealers know, do we?
No, not gay music, it’s happy music. Haha!
Keep in mind that this is this week’s choice. For all I know, I could be listening to Opera music next week. Hmm…
This song makes me happy.
Umbrella is so last summer.
Okay, all I need is:
1. 30+ people who can dance (or at least, think they can dance)
2. A camera man
3. That glitter blue dress
4. Some sort of scissor-lift
5. A volunteer who is willing to give me a foot massage and whisper good things about me to my ears — only because directing is a life-threating job.
We can definitely use the school hall for this.
This will definitely be a hit next summer. Mark my words. Haha
This could also be my last entry this month. I’ve maxed out my bandwidth again (yes again). Unless, I get another generous bandwidth hike or, I move to wordpress.com
We’ll see.
The Grammy organizers did a swell job with hand-picking the live singers. There aren’t many singers who can sing and perform flawlessly to a live audience without the aid of backing track or lip-sync; so that must’ve been an arduous task. I think they definitely hit the nail on the head when they chose Corinne Bailey Rae, John Legend and John Mayer as a trio combination. Perfect timing too — I have Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star stuck in my head after watching an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
I would buy tickets if one of them were to perform live here in Brunei, especially John Legend. I know John Legend is completely mismatched and out of place, considering most of my music collection consists of Rock and Alternative music (a few Emo). I know he wouldn’t disappoint me at the end of the concert. Taking the money I’m paying to see him live into account, he better not be.
Adding to my list to singers who I’d pay to watch live are the two James - James Blunt and James Morrison. I think Jason Mraz and Madonna would be great live too.
As for Madonna, I don’t picture dark-dim-lights-with-candle-lit-round-tables-dinner live like the rest mentioned above, her performance would be much more spectacular. I don’t think Jerudong Park Amphitheater can fit her stage equipments — I imagine large vibrating and moving platforms with massive LED backdrop, dramatic lighting and dazzling pyro works, and maybe some of those cool flying-fox thing. She’s Madonna, she can request a massive pig with laser eyes as a backdrop and nobody would question her.
Recap - Solo singers I’d pay to see live are:
And no, Mawi didn’t make the cut. HAHA.
Thanks to suave, I got shared-key working. I’m not sure if it’s right, but I got it working. Haha.
Ciao.
Affy-

Attack the fucking bankers
Bomb the fucking schools
Kidnap Ronald Reagan
Beat him with blunt tools
When they have that as a pre-chorus and “The Communist Spies” as a band name, no wonder the American Government was so afraid that The Communist Spies were actual spies.
A New York punk band formed in 1981, they self-released a 1983 album dubbed Attack From The Inside! but it was so controversial that the American Government imposed a ban on the album and anything to do with the band, obliterated.
Now, that’s what I call a punk band.
The Communist Spies tops the Top 10 Punk Albums You’ve Never Heard.
No one today have heard their music. I did my searching but to no avail.
I’ll be away for the weekend, don’t call search and rescue.
Until next time, bomb the schools. Haha. Just Kidding. Have a great weekend. I’ll leave you with a new video by the Killers - Read My Mind.
Sundays are usually spent at home — a day to unwind after an exhausting week at the office/school. Sunday is the day to just be lazy and don’t give a damn, or if you’re like me, a day to catch re-runs on TV if you missed it.
Yesterday, I made an exception. Instead of staying in bed for as long as my body would allow, I woke up way early for Sundays to catch the 3rd Skateboard Competition/Band at, what commonly known as, The Lagoon. Basicly, it’s a park, complete with it’s own library, mosque, skateboard area and those basic park necessities, with a man-made brown water body as a park center piece. All this dumped in the center of a residential area. I don’t think there is an official name. The sun also decided to make a long awaited appearance — shining very brightly instead of tucking far away and letting the rain fall.
I made a stop at H’s first before going to the event. His mum insisted that we ate lunch first before we go. Therefore, ate lunch, we did. Upon, walking to the area, it’s apparent that I didn’t get the please-wear-black-shirt-and-jean memo. I wore yellow and brown cargo shorts! I stood out. A yellow dot in a sea of black. I didn’t care, it’s was hot! Hot as in the heat from the sun. I felt sorry for those in black.
Along came afternoon and so did the colors. The audience nearly tripled in size. More colors appeared but black remains dominant. The sun was blistering but that didn’t keep anyone from leaving.
The bands were alright for a country who is still in the early stages in their music scene. Still early, infact. Just as a not-so-recent BB article reported, Black Metal and Emo music is gaining popularity in good `ol Brunei. I support the claim. I would categorize 90% of the bands there as ’scream-o’. It was okay. I also got the opportunity to catch Airholes perform ‘Not Cool for Gadong’ live! (Purevolume)
As for the skateboarding competition, I was quite surprised; for a community this small, there are skaters here who can perform ‘actual’ tricks. Not those hey-im-on-a-board-on-wheels crap. They are quite good actually. I also saw a female skater. Two-thumbs up! I love those “I (heart) KB” stickers on their helmets. Since the skate park is concrete, I really should urge the organisers to put a little more effort into the skaters safety. Paramedics on stand-by isn’t enough. The skaters must wear elbow-and-knee pads and not helmets only. And, yeah, a guy broke his foot.
I saw Kantalensa with his camera there. No, I didn’t take any. I was too lazy to get my camera. He might have some.
(Click here for event pictures) thanks to Kantalensa
All in all it was a great Sunday. I left the event with the desired tan (that’s a bonus). Perfect timing too — just in time for school. My arms and cheeks still hurts though, but that’s only temporary.
Early day today/tommorow (Monday), need to catch those lost Z’s.
I’m back home.
Well, it happened again. Wow, what a shocker (sarcastic tone, ofcourse).
H is persuading me to come and see this live-band thing this Sunday. After his little incident with the authorities, he is not allowed (parents semi-grounded him) to attend unless Im going too. As much as live-bands appeal to me, I am still mulling about this Sunday.
There is also a slight chance that we are not going to a live-band at all. Knowing him all these years, he always has something up his sleeves and the live-band is just a cover-up for his parents. Whatever he has planned for Sunday, I hope it does not end up with hangover — not that I have done such things. You know, he is a little wild for a guy his age. (Does sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, ring a bell?)
Moreover, if we’re going to an actual mini live-band (hopefully, in-house, it has been raining all month), well, then, great! Nothing wrong with a little exposure to our local music scene and maybe meet new faces. Bless him for even considering me a part of it.
Speaking of live-bands, I missed Part 3 of Ronald and the gang series. I was not in the mood. Haha. (Part 1, Part 2)
In addition, by live-band, I mean a mini get together at a designated makeshift private studio (sometimes cafe) in someone who is kind enough to lend his or her house type of thing. This is Brunei, what do you think: massive arenas and loud thumping music? pfft.
Until next entry, stay away from crack.