:: The Collective Dreamwish of Upper Class Elegance ::

:: Wednesday, June 22, 2005 ::

i haven't been blogging because i don't have a computer, much less an internet connection, at my new place. notice that the word "yet" does not appear at any point in the previous sentence. this naturally indicates that i do not foresee a future which contains internet access at the house. im tempted to shut down this blog; not so much due to the relative inconvenience of updating it, but mostly because ive come to terms with the fact that all my rambling does not make a difference to anybody but myself, and this only extends to the delusion that others will gain an understanding of myself. if only things were so simple.

having said that, i shall persist in this narcissistic pursuit. there are no lofty, idealistic reasons behind this decision. the only purpose, as has always been the case, is to feed my vanity and neediness. cheers.


listening to (in head): at the drive in - metronome arthritis






:: andrew 11:58 [+] ::
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i would like to relate how the past week has been for me in a beautiful, flowing passage of mellifluous language which would make a professor of english literature happy, but this is so much easier and efficient:

potato says:
excited abt ur new home?

tilly says:
still more concerned with not dying

potato says:
u wanna die?

tilly says:
yest i couldnt speak at all

potato says:
still sick?

tilly says:
got a terrible sore throat

potato says:
bah. dun smoke

tilly says:
whenever i swallow anything even saliva it feels like there's a razor

potato says:
nasty indeed

tilly says:
got scared so went to the doc

tilly says:
now slightly better

potato says:
thats good

tilly says:
couldnt drink water or eat

potato says:
mmm i foresee weight loss

potato says:
so bsides sore throat, no dizziness nothing?

tilly says:
fever/lymph node swelling - overdose/exhaustion - fever again/lymph node again - crazy sore throat

tilly says:
that's my past wk

potato says:
sounds crazy indeed

tilly says:
no la no dizziness

tilly says:
today i actually managed to eat a whole bowl of porridge

tilly says:
quite happy about that


listening to: neutral milk hotel - the fool






:: andrew 15:34 [+] ::
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after taking my medication in the early hours of this morning, i puked. thought i had taken too much of it but felt better afterwards. i then proceeded to sleep for the next twelve hours or so, till 5p.m. earlier today. here are the things i did after getting out of bed:

1) putter around a little
2) drink half a cup of water
3) puke (again)

after taking a short rest of about an hour on the couch, this cycle was repeated once more. it was obvious that i was in a state of dehydration and minor exhaustion. yes, it's funny, isn't it? our bodies reject water when we are dehydrated. i finally snapped out of this at approximately 7p.m. and managed to crawl downstairs to get myself a ribena (for the glucose) and a few buns. all in all, the only things i've ingested (and kept in my stomach) in the last 24 hours are:

1) the medicine
2) maybe three cups of water
3) one packet of ribena (with added glucose!)
4) one measly (and probably stale) kaya bun

i think kate moss would be proud.

moral of the story?
DO NOT BE AN IDIOT AND CAUSE AN OVERDOSE.




:: andrew 20:19 [+] ::
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i think most of us humans don't know enough about the earth, culturally, scientifically and geologically. when the aliens land one day who knows which one of us will have to act as tour guide? it won't reflect well on us if we don't even know the land area of our planet earth. if i were an alien i'd consider it extremely ignorant. rude, even.




:: andrew 14:55 [+] ::
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i find that as time goes on, i think less about theoretical philosophical issues. im not sure if this is because ive gone through a lot of thinking or that im simply becoming intellectually lazy and complacent. the former is unlikely because there's no such thing as "enough thought". which means im screwed. im becoming more normal, thinking less. die la. how? think this problem calls for more special medication. ya.






:: andrew 14:32 [+] ::
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my body's been breaking down on me. a couple of days ago the lymph nodes on my neck became inflamed and i couldnt sleep for more than two hours straight before waking up feeling exhausted, dehydrated and hungry. being andrew, i naturally did some research on swelling of the lymph nodes and discovered that the most common cause was cancer. oh, joy. thankfully, cancer is characterised by gradual and painless swelling, which hardly described my condition. they sure hurt, which means that mine is probably due to a simple infection. must get myself special medication, then. yay!






:: andrew 14:22 [+] ::
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esplanade once more. today, this band named seven performed. 'twas radio pop/rock-lite. poor, but they played "come together", so all is forgiven.




:: andrew 22:46 [+] ::
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Well, I swear that you came in the form of rain
That had frozen somewhere along it's way through the evening sky
So the trees got tired and laid on the ground

I swear you marched in like big gusts of wind
Oh, cutting through our clothes
Such an easy attempt to convince us

There is no reason we should be outside
When you speak, it's like fire
The sparks leap from your mouth
And all your talk of such burdens
No, it won't bring me and all my friends down

Well, I swear that you spilled into my room last night
Oh, covering me in sheets so tight that I didn't move
I just laid around until the early afternoon

So now we're at the bars hypnotized
And trying hard to keep the conversation going
Trying hard to ignore the silence growing like it always does

Yeah, I know, so we better get running
And all your thoughts, they're so tired
Your bullets won't take aim
And oh your face, it's so stern now

No we won't be scared
No we won't back down
We will sing pretty songs about love
And we will fight if that's what it takes

And we won't back down
No we won't shut our eyes and go to sleep
We will write all over your walls
And we will dance to no music at all
We will do what it takes to get through to you


listening to: tilly and the wall - shake it out






:: andrew 18:01 [+] ::
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new millenium cyanide christ


True Norwegian Black Metal says:
eh why you acting chinese

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
i ah beng

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
poser

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
haha

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
my pay not yet come

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
then u

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
true norwegian black metal

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
feeeling only

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
eh

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
my blood is pure

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
my spirit is pure

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
don't mess with us

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
listening meshuggah now

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
theyre from sweden

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
but norway, sweden...

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
we're all the same blood

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
scandanavian

na hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:
bastards

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
we will raid your village and burn it down

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
but that is after raping your virgin maidens

True Norwegian Black Metal says:
!!!


listening to: new millenium cyanide christ






:: andrew 22:20 [+] ::
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the other living beings in the room have been awakened by my gentle music. come on, man, i haven't even busted out reign in blood or prowler in the yard or chaosphere yet!


listening to: tool - ticks & leeches




:: andrew 21:42 [+] ::
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my true loves - my music and guitar - have returned to me and i feel so, um, twee. been listening to pleasant stuff like one a.m. radio and magnetic fields with consideration to the presence of others in the room, but i am the only one awake now so tool currently owns the space.


listening to: tool - the grudge






:: andrew 21:36 [+] ::
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cœur cœur cœur cœur cœur




:: andrew 04:13 [+] ::
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time to cut 'n' paste again. if i keep doing this it'll creep into my music and i'll be the next animal collective. muahaha.

anyway, introducing...yuanna, drummer extraordinaire!

jonas says:
were u into meshuggah/

perkins says:
i was back then

perkins says:
not a hardcore fan...bu a fren burned some songs for us to jam back then

perkins says:
but its so darn hard to get the triplets on the bass drum done

perkins says:
so i kinda gave up..lol

jonas says:
ya la those fellas are nutters

jonas says:
if u guys were jamming meshuggah then that's really something

jonas says:
im a fan of fredrik thordendal, the lead guitarist

perkins says:
nah..its jus a fren and me..he played the guitars/bass... we were just trying out ...but it dint materialise

jonas says:
if anybody tels me they jam dillinger for fun i'll hantam them

jonas says:
haha

perkins says:
lol

perkins says:
go and hantam lar


listening to: mireille mathieu - la derniere valse






:: andrew 03:44 [+] ::
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this is how andrew's mind works:

ailing says:
hang on

ailing says:
enlisted to kill spider for screeching female friend

jonas says:
should consider killing friend instead

jonas says:
haha




:: andrew 00:20 [+] ::
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i think i have a lot to learn from gennaro gattuso:

"Until recently, I thought helping out was a question of giving money. But since then I've realised that for people who aren't doing so well, money is no replacement for a friendly hand on the shoulder, a little chat among friends or a dinner together," he adds. "For me, helping out is about being available to people. It's a commitment that's also influenced how I behave on a football pitch. And when I see the satisfaction of my team-mates or a smile on someone's face, I understand that my approach to football and life in general is how it should be."


listening to: morrissey - first of the gang to die (live)






:: andrew 17:33 [+] ::
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this guy is like the fiction version of jandek:

http://www.unlikelystories.org/old/archives/signifyingnothing.html




:: andrew 00:55 [+] ::
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SERGIO SERGINHO



this guy is my current favourite player in the entire world. first he sent ac milan's first penalty against liverpool to jupiter, now he's equalised for milan with five minutes to go against udinese. cheers, sergio! see you at poptart. or something.






:: andrew 23:04 [+] ::
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those of you who werent at the esplanade tonight really missed out on something special.

first off, i know for sure that deny shouldve been there. he wouldve fallen in love with this lady, gina tan, who performed covers of oldies like "all i have to do is dream" and "yesterday". she's an ex-model to boot, and therefore certainly not lacking in the poise and looks department.

there was also a brass band from france, les grooms, who played a variety of music while moving all around the waterfront. everything from mariachi-style stuff to jazz to opera, with a top notch female vocalist. they even got audience members to participate in faux singing some of the opera pieces. the highlights were when they pulled random people to dance with them while they played, and also when they made their exit via bumboat at the jetty. to put it in a clicehed manner, magic was created. as they sailed away, still playing a tune, im sure they took many of our hearts with them, but i know that they left a part of them with us as well. they certainly brought us to a place of beauty and simple joy. bless them for that.

ah, andrew and his naivete. slap him awake whenever you can. you'll see him at rouge next friday for love me butch's album launch party.






:: andrew 22:43 [+] ::
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if you know me please answer this question (after careful thought, of course): am i childish?

it's a question that has plagued me for quite awhile. answers can be communicated via direct speech, the telephone, messages via cellular phone, email or online chat services. thank you.






:: andrew 22:54 [+] ::
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excellent story.

http://unfortunate-events.blogspot.com/




:: andrew 22:42 [+] ::
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my heart bleeds. haha.

oh, susanne! says:
hey i didnt tell u this, but ive got some probs so at the moment im staying with a friend

yadin says:
serious ah

oh, susanne! says:
so as far as writing is concerned it might take maybe a week or two for me to get my shit straight

oh, susanne! says:
ya, it sucks

yadin says:
if weekends you free can come over ah

oh, susanne! says:
u serious ah

oh, susanne! says:
haha

yadin says:
can use my keyboard

yadin says:
yeah why not

oh, susanne! says:
such hospitality!

oh, susanne! says:
haha

yadin says:
no worries dude






:: andrew 23:52 [+] ::
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I wanna be your Thurston Moore
Wrestle on the bedroom floor
Always leave me wanting more
Throw away those old records

We go downtown
Put on our best frowns
Give me a chance
I know I can dance






:: andrew 23:41 [+] ::
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one of my greatest fears ever is that one day a psychistrist will reveal that all my doubts and negative thoughts about the world stem from my conflicts with my parents. imagine that. it's like you're the greatest sportsman in the world and doctors tell you it's just down to a mutated gene. all your training was pointless, you were always destined to be good.

it's funny how people often say they wish to talk things over but what they mean is they want to talk at you. it's like you're trapped in a thx certified cinema while to them, you're a silent film.

that is simultaneously hilarious and terribly sad.






:: andrew 23:18 [+] ::
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great. my ideal partner is a recluse. and, just like everyone else, ive stooped to this level. "find your ideal mate" crap. bah.


About Your Personality Type

INTP general
Information is you lifeblood. Without you to research it, analyze it, and store it, the world would be a much more ignorant place. You possess and uncanny ability to mold raw data into original and complex theories that explain how and why things happen. To you, life is a never-ending series of theories that can, and must, be either proven or disproven.

INTP when in love
As a Scholar, you are likely to be a puzzle to many of your dates. With your incisive and theoretical mind, you can run intellectual circles around almost anyone. As a Scholar, you have no patience for intellectual fools. Your soul mate must be witty, intelligent, and able to keep up with your excited, accelerated profusion of ideas, plans, and analysis. Looks count, but a person’s brain power is a crucial consideration when you are selecting a life partner. Although you may allow your emotions to get out of control for a short while when you first fall for someone, you are quickly able to shift gears and start thinking logically again. You are able to move rapidly from asking, “How do I love thee, let me count the ways” at the start of the relationship, to “In what ways does this person meet my criteria, my logical blueprint for what my ideal mate should be like?” No matter how nice or attractive a potential mate may be, he or she must satisfy your logical requirements before you consider giving away your heart.


Your Best Match's Information

INFJ General
The written word is sacred to you because through it, you can understand and express the mysteries of life. When you are not writing, you are exercising another of your supreme talents-the gift of listening-to comfort and aid those who come to you for advice and guidance.

INFJ where to meet
Where can you meet a Mystic Writer? Mystic Writers are the most reclusive of the Meaning Seeker LoveTypes. You may have a hard time unearthing them because they often enjoy kicking back at home: reading, writing, thinking, praying, meditating, or listening to music. Excellent places to meet Mystic Writers include churches, synagogues, or other religious institutions. Although any of the LoveTypes may be involved in religious or spiritual activities, Mystic Writers are especially known for their spiritual (although not necessarily religious in the traditional sense) nature.


Mystic Writer with Scholar: Pondering the Meaning of Life

The Joys: As Introverted Intuitives, ideas are very important to this couple. They enjoy spending time in deep discussion about the important things in life; searching for meaning and connecting numerous ideas to form a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. This couple also tends to enjoy an offbeat sense of humor, filled with double entendres, silly metaphors, and even a bit of dark humor thrown in. What they like best about each other is their ability to go within and enjoy the mental stimulation of their mind and creative exploration of their inner world.

The Frustrations: The Mystic Writer will get upset with the Scholar's seeming obliviousness to organization and order. Often seen as an absent minded professor, the Scholar may prize intellectual stimulation, ideas, and creativity more than the more mundane tasks of cleaning up and organizing. If this is the case, the emotional Mystic Writer will take the Scholar's inattention and neglect to daily chores as a personal attack; an indication that they doesn't truly respect and appreciate the Mystic Writer.


listening to: weezer - susanne (hahahaha, im not the only one)






:: andrew 17:33 [+] ::
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the most amazing thing about the victory wasn't the three goal comeback. it was the double save that jerzy dudek made in injury time. when shevchenko took the follow-up shot from like a metre out i was prepared for the end, but somehow dudek blocked it and it sailed over the crossbar.

i think the player with the least recognition is jamie carragher. he saved liverpool many times in the final, and countless times before that throughout the season, especially against juventus and chelsea. works.

No small toffees for feast tonight
Kopites party with Turkish delight
Jose, Sir Alex... London press
All choking on sweet success
Money, not love, is your drive
But tell us... Can you count to five?






:: andrew 14:27 [+] ::
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http://www.bizbag.com/Misc%20articles/Rap%20Lyrics%20Translated.htm

check this shit out, NEEGAH!




:: andrew 01:30 [+] ::
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i know ive posted this before, but hell, i really love it.

Summer 1988
Never thought you'd graduate
Playin' with your guns all day

If only they could see you now
And how you've learned to shoot so well
They wouldnt talk that way

Wayne you know it's true
There's nothing you can do
So put those guns away
Who cares it's wrong or right
So please give up the fight
And put those guns away

All of your freinds are through
Theyve given up what they tried to do
See now how happy they are

Each with a new lease on life
A brand new car and a milage wife
Hurry! You can catch them if you drop your guns

Wayne you know its true
There's nothing you can do
So put those guns away
Who cares it's wrong or right
So please give up the fight
And put those guns away


listening to: don mclean - vincent (starry starry night)






:: andrew 00:02 [+] ::
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raj finally replied to one of my messages yesterday. turns out he was always overseas or busy and forgot to do so. met up with him today and he's still the same ol' raj ive always known. im a happy boy now.


listening to: weezer - undone (the sweater song) (kitchen tapes version)
(the first part of this version is like some cool rap shit. and that's a whole lotta brackets for such a small space.)






:: andrew 23:35 [+] ::
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Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/linguistic.jpg">>You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

:: andrew 23:47 [+] ::
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behold the genius! muahaha.

You Are Incredibly Logical

(You got 88% of the questions right) Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!

How Logical Are You?

:: andrew 23:36 [+] ::
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i find it pretty damn amusing that the acronym for social anxiety disorder is SAD.




:: andrew 12:22 [+] ::
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it's 4.33a.m and im not asleep. you know what that means? it's time to write a faux band-member bio, of course.

ANDREW LIU (guitar, piano, synth/electronics, xylophone, windchimes, triangle)
used to hate everyone. now just settles for claiming to hate everyone while secretly being in love with you. likes to sneakily namedrop math-metal bands but geeks out to artistes such as saturday looks good to me when he thinks nobody's watching. wanted to be a doctor as a child in order to alleviate others' suffering, but, after realising his ineptitude for dry biology, decided to compromise and play music to alleviate others' suffering. alternately reads philosophy texts and the sports section of the newspapers. dreams of becoming rich and famous so he can laugh in the faces of, well, everybody. ambition in life is to play at the grammies while dressed in an elegant skirt so he can be crowned best-dressed lady. loves ice-cream and lollipops as well as ultra-scrawny, ultra-intelligent girls. dislikes alcohol. dislikes being understood. likes to think he's clever, but in truth is merely mentally unstable.

(to be continued, perhaps)


listening to: bedroom walls - do the buildings and cops make you smile?






:: andrew 04:32 [+] ::
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WHAT IS ROMANTICORE?

Romanticore is the term we coined to describe the kind of music we make. Some elements include: staring at the ceiling; the Santa Ana winds; guiltyflashbacks; sedatives; stale cake for breakfast (and lunch); dancing alonein your bedroom to "Love Plus One"; minimalist posturing undercut by epicgestures; knowing your ex-girlfriend is happier now; sighing too loudlyand too often; thinking VELVET GOLDMINE was brilliant despite your betterjudgement; existentialism (ages 17-22); losing touch with your family; drinkingpeppermint schnapps because it's all that's left in the house; dandyism (ages27-33); first kisses; the last paragraph of THE GREAT GATSBY; succumbing tobad habits; losing friends; finding old love letters in a book you borrowed fromyour new boyfriend; last kisses; Momus' cover of Jacques Brel's "Ne Me QuittePas";getting too old to wear your platform shoes; sleeping far too much; the"Oh no, love - you're not alone!" part of "Rock 'n' Roll Suicide"; driving aroundin circles; trying to cry/trying not to cry; etcetera ad infinitum...






:: andrew 04:00 [+] ::
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yuhao just alerted me that my dear friend ken nishiyama is serving his national service in the police right now. oh, the dreadful irony.


listening to: weezer - el scorcho




:: andrew 17:13 [+] ::
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i should get a video cam/webcam and record how i act when i listen to music i love, especially weezer's blue album, which is what im listening to now. oops, forget i said that. i meant miles davis' kind of blue. i'll be the next william hung, and lose all my friends at the same time. just kidding. i have no friends.

but seriously, im ashamed.


listening to: weezer - only in dreams
(raise yr skinny fists to heaven, fellow losers)






:: andrew 21:37 [+] ::
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"singapore's so small. there's no market. there's no talent."

last time i checked, we had a population of 4 million.


listening to: pas/cal - summer is almost here




:: andrew 20:10 [+] ::
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why do dogs wag their tails to express their fondness/joy? it's like they're greeting one with their posterior, which doesn't strike me as being a particularly nice thing to do.






:: andrew 19:55 [+] ::
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this morning, before going to sleep, i caught the tail end of this movie, a mighty wind, on hbo. pradeep thought it was a big, lame joke, but all i remember is watching mitch and mickey's performance of "a kiss at the end of the rainbow". never mind that the lyrics were smarmy 60s fluff. it was pure and heartfelt (i think). on top of that, the melodies and harmonies were so rich and beautiful that the lyrics didnt even matter that much anyway. i have a nagging suspicion that this makes me twee, but oh, hell, the mamas and the papas, the byrds, beach boys, the beatles et al are some of the greatest songwriters to have ever lived. there are even bands nowadays who try to recreate that sound. im funny that way. acoustic folk and avant-noise make for pretty odd bedfellows.

anyway, if anybody out there thinks im uncool now, i can still name drop coltrane, monk, elvin jones and even dillinger escape plan and merzbow. plus i can analyse mozart's works. so there. i am superior to you.

um. haha.






:: andrew 19:38 [+] ::
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even though everyone has been here before even though there's a souvenir shop even though the tracks are concreted and even though there is taped commentary/
to your left you will see to your right is and if you use a little imagination you could thank you please move along to the next commentary point/
in my dream this hill was lonely and grassgreen there were maybe three trees on the top with me on my own and i can't remember climbing up/
in real life there is a coach park and easy access from the motorway
in real life there is an experience to experience
in real life there is a mcdonalds and a carpark and a sign saying coming soon tgi fridays
in real life there are ascents graded according to difficulty there is a big chairlift thing if the effort is too much: would you please move along to the next commentary point refreshments are available there is a cafeteria there is a gift store there are authentic reenactments of authentic events in history
what am i doing on this stupid hill.


listening to: the arcade fire - crown of love






:: andrew 18:39 [+] ::
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only a nightmare

what's the idea? this is the idea: you get into your car that you bought this year on some huge mortgage scheme and will have to replace in another year or so after you've killed a few birds mammals and maybe a child or two and drive to the supermarket past all the dead shops that have been put out of business by the supermarket and park on a huge expanse of concrete that has been put on a field or a wood then walk probably further than you would to a corner shop and commandeer a huge trolley and go into the supermarket and fill up the trolley with things you don't want don't need and can't afford then have an argument with whoever you're with because the whole experience is beginning to destroy you and then you queue up behind a line of similarly soul-damaged people then a poor unfortunate kid or pensioner who probably dreams in bleeps reads the barcodes on everything and doesn't want to hear you say anything and is obliged to ask you if you have a loyalty card and if you want cashback (yes please i'll have the fucking lot back and you can keep all this crap in my trolley) then you have to cart it all back to your car and load it up in the boot and get in and get out of the gargantuan carpark then drive home through the bleak wasteland occupied only by those too poor to own a car and unload it all again into your dream home and then consume it all and when you've shat it all out you have to fucking go back again.


listening to: the arcade fire - wake up






:: andrew 18:35 [+] ::
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