The biggest crisis the world is facing today is people’s failure to do anything and that includes me, moi, myself as part of this problem: world, meet Ms. Negligent.
“Is one country justified when it sticks it’s nose in the dealings of another?" I'd reply with this question: Is one family justified when it sticks it’s nose in the dealings of another? My response is, ‘not an iota whatsoever’, for the most part. But if you notice a person exploiting a kid, I’d imagine you would be entitled - and more significantly you would be expected- to do something about it. Similarly when a country is tormenting and persecuting it’s own public I’d imagine that it is the concern of other countries to try and put an end to it. I'd include countries like Tibet in this.
My blog finger has been itching so I’ve decided to post from work today and I'm just going to waste it by writing about music as usual.
I blame metal. Everyone's parents used to say that rock & roll is just noise, and the metal’lers were silly enough to believe them. I used to love serious riffing as much as the next person but honestly I'm getting queasy of it.
You've got to hear music by this band called ‘Carolina Liar’. It’s nowhere close to being the best single there is around but it is pretty good and I've got to admit a preference for the single "Show me what I’m looking for". The rest of the album, ‘Coming to terms’ is solid too and the lead vocalist, Chad Wolf’s vocals blend so smoothly with the song. Frankly everyone should get hold of a copy of this track ‘Show me what I’m looking for’ and turn it right up now!
It's nice to know that there’s still some great music coming out of this world!
May 30, 2009
The biggest crisis the world is facing today is people’s failure to do anything and that includes me, moi, myself as part of this problem: world, meet Ms. Negligent.
May 27, 2009
I’ve realized that the only thing that can make me feel better in times of my frustration is to show a bit of love.
Love to all my beautiful friends and blog readers (please comment).
Love to all my wonderful work-mates - never had real love for my work-mates before.
Love for Foosball. *yay!*
Love for those I have lost.
Love for those I still have.
Love for those who I have temporarily misplaced.
It is getting cool outside.
The day began with such promise. I woke up before the alarm and felt rested enough to get out of bed rather than wait to hit the snooze button as usual. I found myself running ahead of schedule through a combination of, a) feeling rested enough to not take an extra five-minute standing nap at the sink, b) picking out today's wardrobe before crashing into bed last night, and d) being at my stop so the driver wouldn’t have to wait.
Then my day started to crash harder than the stock market.
The powers that be had me fooled at first. As soon as I finished my breakfast at work, my stomach started feeling weird. Images of me dying flashed through my head but I managed to work through the pain and the discomfort of it all. And then I thought to myself, "So much for getting a lead on the day." The muscle spasms in my stomach stopped for awhile so I put a little bounce back in my step telling myself that it could only get better from here! Right?
I walk into the pantry to play a little foosball and none of the newbies were crowding the table. Woohoo! A colleague and I are at it for three straight games and we’re having fun. The glass doors open for the longest time then slams back shut while a bunch of those wannabe newbies walk in. All of them grab a bar each and the volume in the room suddenly started to ascend. I look at them with that "You couldn’t leave us for just another minute?" look on my face. But they continue playing, regardless. I walk out of the stuffy room, head to my cubicle and remind myself not to play foosball when the newbies take their scheduled breaks.
I sat back down at my desk, and took a breath. Clearly, the worst was behind me and I could get on with my day. Perhaps I'd make that important call now. Person’s busy. Of course! I've decided to drop all expectations for the rest of the day at work and let the chips fall where they may. Let go, blah blah blah.
And the lesson I've learned today is: Never rush your morning or it'll screw you more than you want it to.
Last day with my team and I don’t know if I’ll get the time to blog or surf on facebook like I used to because the new process is quite a nanny, which is probably just as well 'cause daily break-time blogging scratches that working itch and takes impetus away from giving the job my whole attention.
It’s Bat for Lashes again. Has anyone who reads my blog ever had an opinion about this artist? Do I even care?
If I was ever going to try and make it as a ***star***, I think there are two things I would do. The first is to pull out all the stops and make a really hot track like the one below, and the second is to get someone like Natasha Khan who'd make me look good by association.
That aside, Natasha Khan is friggin hot - distinctive, non-imitative, catchy, weird and cool. Her flow is relaxed, her lyrics are dexterous, and the beats are slick. The sound is soft and smooth and very ‘Aimee Mann’, that’s what my friend says. I kept returning to this track by Bat for Lashes called ‘What’s a girl got to do?’ and it kept growing on me and now it's one of my favourite early morning songs. Go figure.
May 25, 2009
So here I am on a Monday evening eating a spoonful of peanut butter, trying to write a post in my state of sickness and praying that I'll stay calm till Tuesday morning happens, at least, when the whole cycle begins again. ‘Work seriously this week’, I tell myself. It’s going to be the last week with my team; cave in on Friday; get up woozily on a Saturday; worry on Sunday that Monday is hours away. The weather is getting cooler although it’s still a bit warm now and then.
The weekend was unproductive in terms of fun. I didn’t go to church; I just stayed in bed trying to get my health back. Abby, my niece came over to spend some time with me. She wanted me to apply some nail polish on her very tiny fingernails. I had to constantly tell her in a very loud voice,‘Keep still’ because little Abby kept moving about (as would be expected of a 2 yr old).
Today, I watched a movie, a love story and I'm persuaded to write an entry on being in love, but perhaps another time. What I really want to write is related to the movie ‘The Reader’.
“I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you ended it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.”
I've often watched movies and read books and heard people say that a piece of them dies when love has ended, or withers away with the disappearance of a lover. Hurt, pining, maybe the end of free will too. If love sets you free and the end of life is a kind of liberation, then how perfect that these two go hand-in-hand, though they aren’t, in anyway, alike.
I wish the time wouldn't rush by so quickly. I wish there weren't so many things to sort out and unravel and comprehend. But while time's speedy quality leaves me barely holding out for things that slip from my fingers it also helps me pass the difficulties. When the end of May arrives, certain decisions will be made for me.
For now, the week begins again. Let's hope I last through it.
To everyone who hasn’t heard of Bat for Lashes before I urge you to explore her music. And to Natasha Khan, I must say that I am glad you’re still making music and I feel honored to be able to spread your talent around.
"natasha khan of bat for lashes ain't scared. I love the harpsichord and the sexual ghost voices and bowed saws. this song seems to come from the world of grimm's fairytales, and i feel like a wolf."
- Thom Yorke, Radiohead
May 21, 2009
This is my 196th post.
To take part in the celebrations, scroll down to the end of this post and press play.
Can you believe it's already May? How crazy is that? Does it seem as though the year is flying by? (Oh, man. I shouldn't admit that. It's the kind of thing my mother would say. Guess it happens to all of us, doesn't it?)
But I digress.
Anyway, so a year of blogging and these many posts later and I’m not making it a big deal. Life is so great, isn't it? I braved hours of great music over the past year, and enough cigarette smoke to shave several months off my life. Check out the blog’s first few posts to find out who rocked, who sucked and how the blog just fit into my world.
Last year I was scheming a way to write about music on my own conditions and for my own gratification...and of course put all those views out there for other people to peruse at. Bearing in mind that a regular blog’s existence is a couple of months, you could say that I'm more than a bit pleased. We began this space with a healthy little outburst on ‘The Best Part about Music’ and have since whirled through artist releases, movies to see, new sightings, random thoughts, unfortunate findings, and the sporadic music industry’s review. It's been great and a lot of fun to watch a tidy group of readers form.
2008 certainly got some mixed reviews music-wise, but from an EC perspective, it did alright for itself-- nothing too incredible, but not unpromising either.
After all, last year there were many alternative acts, to name a few reasons why 2008 was a good year to launch a music blog. And they weren’t the easiest acts to follow. On the flip side, this year gave us new bands, Paramore’s third release, King of Leon’s fourth album, and tons of backlash controversy to last us all a few decades (or weeks in the music world). But enough of that! Can I Just Tell You - I tried an experiment over the weekend. I turned off all the lights in my house. I have never done that. And, if I call my Mom right now while she's washing dishes, she'll let the water run and run and run. It doesn't occur to her that the planet is running short of water or there are folks in the world that don't have the access to water that we have but... I'm doing the best I can to educate myself and my parents as I go.
I'm still interested in your comments about the blog and any recommendations are welcome.
What's great is that this well is far from dry and Evuhleen’s Corner is going to be speeding along for many more years to come, thanks to all it's readers.
EDIT: It kills me that I can’t play one very special request of Mayer’s ‘Slow dancing in a broken room’ today because it has already been featured on EC.
Peace kids. Stay tuned ... Cheers!
May 18, 2009
On my list of much loved things to do to pass the time, is something I’ve come to love and perfect with time. It can be done at any place, at no cost and it’s a pretty much surefire way to see something or someone entertaining. One of the people I love to do this with is Ash, she really gets into it because we used to meet a fair bit and often at joints where we get to see loads of people and end up making fun of them. For example, the group of ‘Jack Sparrow’s absolutely wearable fashion apparel’ blokes or the wannabe cheerleaders who were unfortunately coming off as loud and noisy than excited! In a situation like this you only get to hear a few words of the conversation and you fill in the unheard bits yourself, which leads to some bizarre and giggle-filled conversations. While most people sitting next to you are left wondering exactly why the two of us have been attacked with out of control laughter.
The point of watching people is that you can build up the most far-fetched picture about them and there’s a part of you that knows that it could actually be spot on. It’s also the chance to brazenly pass judgment on other people’s dressing styles, boyfriends and lifestyle. I’m always surprised by the quantity of people who seem to not realize the fact that there are others who watch them. I’ve seen so many people do things when they think nobody can see them. But that’s the thing; there is always somebody who’s watching, and yes, that somebody is usually always me!
I had this grand idea exactly one year ago to make a musical diary of my life. I got down to it right after my friend, Runa told me it was a great idea to help people discover the music I listen to. And I am still working on it almost a year later. It’s a pretty massive task to capture your life and shave it down to a song. But it will be a splendid piece of work when it is finished. Ok, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration.
But I need to stop writing.
And I do need to give you some music to satisfy the lonely people out there.
Franz Ferdinand is one of those bands that you either fell in love with five years ago with the first strains of the dance-punk title track “Take me out,” or you’ve simply ignored them since then. If you didn’t dig their sound right off the bat then their album 'You Could Have It So Much Better' (2005), probably didn’t do much for you either. Essentially it was enough to prove to the world that they were still around, but not really anything new.
That all changed earlier this year with the release of their third full length album ‘Tonight: Franz Ferdinand’. Their signature sound is still intact. But they’ve thrown in a nice blend of curve balls and change ups to prove once and for all that Franz Ferdinand really does rule the kingdom of “the” bands. The recently released single, “No you girls never know” is what I’m playing for you folks today. At the very end of it when your mind tells you “ok, one more time,” you will wholeheartedly agree as you play it again, and again, and again.
May 15, 2009
Any sort of hubbub you might have heard today around town was probably the sound of hell opening up, trying to suck me in because this morning I got placed in another new process in the same company. And the new supervisor told me I’d like it and I said “Maybe I won’t?” and he said, “No, no, you will!” and I said “Okay, fine I will!” I probably shouldn’t say that here, like I’m ungrateful about the opportunity I’ll have to work with the new team, but I’ve been happy for so long in my current process that the things-to-shut-your-mouth-about-with-supervisors has sloughed right off. Granted, I’ll miss my 3 troublemakers who pose as my colleagues, especially the ones who say to me every morning as I step into my cubicle, “Breakfast"?? and "Squish you” and I’ll even sort of miss having to see those cases in my inbox. I dont know if this is a good thing and the timing couldn’t have been worse, since I'm about a day away from singing karaoke to Celine Dion.
Notes to self when working with a new team:
- Do not allow yourself to feel inferior by someone who says “a gay” instead of “gay”.
- Enjoy your own company even when it appears others are not. You are confident and positive; they are on anti-depressants.
- Third: I won’t miss my old job. Not one single bit.
- I say more power to whatever helps you make it through the day. Unless it’s porn, you sad twat.
I’m not exactly sure why I’m writing about this here, especially since I typically make it a point not to write about my job online. Maybe because it’s not a big deal, it’s sort of just part of my life. Plus, I feel like it’s easier just to write about that then to try and come up with a post. Anyway, I’m not anywhere near depressed yet. Maybe it’ll skip my body this year. If it does make an appearance, I’ll wear white all month and wait it out. I am okay. I am loved. But everybody probably does wish that I wouldn’t talk quite so much.
The other day I wrote a bit about the band 30 Seconds to Mars which is one Alternative rock band that’s a bit like all the good parts you love minus all the annoying songs you don’t appreciate quite as much. Well given the things that happened today and that I really wanna play another song from this band, here’s ‘A Beautiful Lie’. This album has some absolutely stunning moments of pure post- grunge in it and it’s worth listening to every song. Because today is Friday, and we’re all loving the fact that yet another weekend is beginning, I thought I would throw up yet another slick track I’ve heard from these boys. Stream it, download it, whatever you do listen to it. Listen. To. It.
May 12, 2009
My room is untidy, a side-effect of my sickness. I should be cleaning up this growing mess. No, I should be resting, but I’d prefer jotting down something instead, seeing as how I haven’t had a chance in four days. It would appear as if I’m going through some kind of articulation alienation but I’m just coming off a fever. All the classic symptoms — high fever, body ache, slight headache, hot and cold flashes. It’s been horrid to say the least.
Even though the temperatures went up today, I wrapped myself in a thick quilt to stop the shivering. I can’t even remember what caused the fever, and can only guess that acknowledgement of my current physical state is setting in. The only saving grace is that by the evening, I felt positive enough to get myself off of bed and watch some tv. Not that I want to do it alone. Wish I had the option.
I hope I had a smile in my dresser for days like this.
I was afraid I’d be too bummed to get back to work tomorrow and was just generally filled with teed off, depressed annoyance, and hence was so stirred up to make the following list:
Folks Who Should Watch Out If I Had a Gun:
That guy who’s dating my sister
Muthalik and his gofers
The biggest girl in our office who tells me I’m putting on weight
Maybe one very important person, just for bragging rights
Paris Hilton and her skinny counterpart
Occasionally it feels like music is the only thing that can bring out my sensations again. Most of them have been restored by simple willpower to move on. All else is just routine. So I was deliberating in my head which band/singer to choose for this post. There were quite a few songs/artists I could have chosen from, but my mind was made up as I listened to songs between Tyler Hilton and The Dead Confederate. For those of you who are just showing up to these posts here on EC let me elucidate a bit. As a rule I post about music that I really find irresistible and performers that I root for. While that is true of every post I write here on EC it does seem that most artists I choose to write about could fit into a small division of music.
The band is brilliant and they just might be making the best music of their career. I must admit, I’ve listened to this single, off their album titled 'A Beautiful Lie' (2005), at least 10 times in a row and I’m not sick of it. I actually enjoy it quite a bit. This track is excellent and listening to it should give you goose bumps, or at least wake you up.
May 07, 2009
I am just sitting here wondering if I should just scream out loud or just scream quietly. Nothing much to report really, except the fact that my love life sucks and otherwise work has been uber busy.
While I was working I came across this site that offered annual predictions for zodiac signs and it explicitly told me not to be too sympathetic to others – ‘take care of yourself first'. Maybe I should respect the saying or maybe I am already doing it. You can try your luck out by asking me anything that would require me having to show sympathy.
In this time and era when some artists have all but vanished, others carry on putting out new albums that are, well, let’s just say, less than the standard , and others are on an unending break. It can be hard at times to be keyed up for new music. In fact it can be hard to be thrilled for music in general.
Fortunately for us all, in this current desolate economy, there exists one dazzling and immaculate star that has to date, put out three brilliant slices of music for our enjoyment. The third album by Fiction Plane, titled ‘Left Side of the Brain’ has eleven songs that are each unique pieces of intricate craft work. After the band’s debut album it was apparent that Fiction Plane had some serious talent behind the music and this album literally raises the bar to a ridiculous height. I wouldn’t be surprised if this album made it into my best music-list this time around.
The band is essentially the brainchild of Joe Sumner (lead vocals and bassist), the son of musician Sting. The singer has a true vein of modern indie running through his blood and that with vocals very similar to his father’s - the outcome is unbelievably awesome music that is magnetic and enticing. If you haven’t heard this band, then it’s about time you were introduced to Fiction Plane.
My favorite track hails of the album ‘Left Side of the Brain’ called ‘Two Sisters’. If you like this track, chances are you’ll like most of what this band sounds like.
May 04, 2009
‘….I’m sitting at work and in front of my cubicle is a conference room that has a big white sign on it that says, ‘All meetings cancelled’. It can only mean one thing, the layoffs are today, and this time our floor’s been “affected”.
It’s odd and funny that some of the people being called into the rooms had just moved into our new building a couple of weeks ago. Guess, they won’t need to worry about waiting in the endless queue for lunch anymore.
I can’t concentrate on my work because this is all, happening in front of my eyes. I'm waiting for who will be called next….C’mon, c’mon! Can we get this over with? Ugh! This is so going to affect my productivity. This is a serious downer. Have to try and analyze rows of data and I cant get my head in the right place.
Someone’s being called into the scary room. Man, that guy used to sit right next to me. He comes out after three hours. He doesn’t walk around to say good bye to his colleagues. Who would? He doesn’t even get to touch his desk to clear it out. He takes his last walk through the hallways. Everyone gathers for whispered conversations. People are afraid to ask who’s gone and who’s going to be next. The dark’s gone in a few minutes. My colleagues call me out for lunch. None of us can eat. No appetite. I’m wondering if I’ve copied all my personal stuff. Yay for pen drives!
When we get back his desk is empty. They’ve taken possession of his computer.’
The event had left me quite shaken! DAMMIT, I need to get out of here! I think I’ve just had it in my head that I have to make it work, because I’m just the kind of person that’s really dedicated and committed to making shit work. Now when I think back on that, it’s so obvious that my inner self was trying to clue me in, but I was totally oblivious at the time. And then I’d wake up and roll over and be like, “Oh, I had the funniest dream!” and tell you about it. Jesus. This lay-off thing was another thing that made me realize that I’ve got no reason to stick around.
It’s safe to say that I’ve gained a few pounds, as I continue eating even after full. The weight is mostly in my face (good) and midsection (bad). Yes, my cheeks have filled out, but now I have a muffin top.
We hit up Tangerine on 100 ft road, Indiranagar, on Saturday for Runa’s birthday- luncheon. Great Continental food. Included on the menu are some great non-alcoholic mock tails. Very yummy.
Spending time with them people I love gets me some of that inner happiness I need.
It’s certainly a bittersweet existence here. Being with friends fills me with wonder, but with Ruan not in town to enjoy this with us, breaks my heart.
The weather today is gorgeous and some gorgeous tunes from The Raconteurs’ second album called ‘Consolers of the Lonely’ are a perfect match for low humidity, sunshine, and even temperatures. This band creates indie sounding rock music that rings out a little too addictive; music that moves along nicely from track to track and is as fun as it is well crafted. I first listened to these boys last year when I had stumbled upon their brilliant single ‘Steady as she goes’. After that, I came across the song ‘Consoler of the lonely’ on the radio, then listened to their entire album and I just had to put this track up (gotta spread the love). The album is really solid, laid back and is hitting shelves soon. Keep your ears open.