The Cold’s Come

I get comfortable at home with hot chocolate and the glow of my laptop screen. The two days at work has already me burned out, and it seems like the coming vacation will become the only time for me to relax at a stretch, the only time I can enjoy the outside with some red tea in bamboo mugs served by my very awesome aunt.

Summer has come and gone. How does the time pass so quickly? Did I imagine I’d be here, at this stage in life, a year ago? Not at all.

I never realized how much I missed the last four months of the year, until it started getting cold.

I’m already in vacation mode. Sure, I have one day of work left — Thursday — and a holiday – Friday- to pack but my brain has checked out. I can’t wait to get back to the busy markets, taste the authentic food smelling of bamboo shoot and fermented soy beans, and browse the endless shops. I want to ask my bro-in-law’s sister, Naro, so much, and talk about the upcoming concert with her. I wish there was something I could give her that she could keep, similar to the oriental patterned dress she gave me that I’ve almost never taken off ever since I received it. There’s an almost indescribable feeling that’s conjured up in my mind when I think of the rivers and lakes, the crowds of people, the very ethnic faces.

I’ve wanted a vacation, from both the good and bad in my life, for so long. Just to get away from absolutely everything going on right now would be helpful, almost like a self-forced banishment.
I’m not really sure what to expect from my visit, although I think that I’ll be changed ever so delicately, maybe subliminally. One can rarely walk away from such things without being affected in some way. I just don’t know how this may change me. I don’t have any questions. I’m not looking for answers.

I’m just waiting to find out.
Here’s a song that I’ve found quite recently and I hope you like it to. In 2007, the band Sixx:A.M released an album called ‘The Heroin Diaries Soundtrack’. And I am taken with the sound they create. The track ‘Life is beautiful’ is great and I’ve been listening to it on and off for at least a couple of days now and I still think it’s good. Overall Sixx:A.M has captured Hard Rock music and made it something clever and appealing, steering clear of the ever-present predictability that pull down so many other bands. Enjoy the track I’ve put up here and rest assured that the rest of their music is just as addictive.

Birthday Chow Down

I'm not dead. At least, I don't think so. But I'm worn out, elated and deliriously pleased from a week of all around enjoyment.
I had the most excellent time at my birthday dinner on Thursday. 10 of the best friends in the world, amazing food, ass-kicking alcohol, music and laughing...I couldn't have asked for a better celebration. I’m lucky enough to be continually encircled by friends who care for me and who are absolutely witty, except for when I want to be myself and do my serial season marathon in bed, I constantly change my look, and I kick ass at Foosball. If I ever grumble, I want you to stare angrily and wordlessly point at me until I behave myself.

I woke up with only the smallest amount of an annoyance on Friday and was proud of myself for not having a hangover. It took turning twenty six for me to finally become a responsible partier and not overindulge. Go Eve!

On Saturday night, I saw a play titled ‘Proof’ by David Auburn (based on the Anthony Hopkins-Gwyneth Paltrow movie), starring my best friend, Runa. The piece was flawless. I think the piece rises above the even the smallest of flaws to become highly gratifying theater. I may or may not post a review about this later, but by far my favorite actors were the older gentleman who played Anthony Hopkins’ role and my best friend Runa who played Gwyneth Paltrow’s. It was the first time I had seen her onstage and I was completely blown away by her performance. It was exquisite.

Thank you all for your birthday messages! You're the bestest readers ever!

And lest we forget, thank you to my parents for getting busy one evening in 1982 and having the bestest gametes ever!

And that's the lowdown on why I'm so run down. But for a change, I'm run down in a nice way. And very soon I'll be even more nicely run down. On Saturday night, I will fly across the pond and spend 2 weeks in the north-east with some of my best (or worst) partners in crime. Stay tuned.

For those of you who just found my blog take a minute to peruse other posts here at Evuhleen’s Corner. I hope you enjoyed yourself this so far, the rest of 2009 is sure to bring something amazing to everyone.

And, yes, this still is a music blog so let’s get down to the tune for today. Legendary band Mr. Big is going to take the stage at Palace Grounds on October 10 in B’lore which means I won’t be able to see them here which also means that I get to catch them at Shillong and Dimapur on 12th and 14th. You didn’t think I was actually gonna miss their show, did ya? You cannot deny the awesomeness of an Eric Martin song. I could spend an hour describing the overpowering, thrilling experience of listening to or watching a Mr. Big show live, but nothing compares to actually witnessing it and that is exactly what I’m going to do. If you ever get the chance, see the band live, I can guarantee that you’ll never forget it.

'Lucky this time', my lovely readers.

26 Ahoy!

Tomorrow, at 9:01 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, I will turn 26.

Happy birthday to me!

New age.

New clothes.

New haircut*.

*Couldn’t show you my entire face or you’d notice the bags under my eyes. I've only just returned from a long day at work. And lawd knows I ain't twenty no mo'.

I'm still grooving on Telepopmusik. It's not magically brilliant or anything but it's strong, and damn catchy. The ultimate find, though, has to be this track titled ‘Naked as we came’, part of the 2004 release by Indie Rock-Folk band Iron & Wine. These guys are phenomenal. Like punch yourself in the face because you so regret not discovering them sooner good. Nothing short of brilliant. I dare you – listen to this track.

The Run Up

I’m supposed to be packing for my trip next week. So far I’ve given myself a haircut, bought myself birthday clothes, started following an exercise routine and made two separate to-do lists. Trying to pack appropriate clothing for three different climates is a little harder than I anticipated. “Layering” does not start to explain this. I wish I was Faith Evans so I could just wear a bikini and a fur vest the whole time but I’d hate to overdress.

So, I’m going to be turning 26 this Thursday. I guess I need to buy eye cream or something? But not lose it for not being on the marriage or the baby train.
As I was shopping at ‘Lifestyle’ over the weekend there was this mother who was in the trial room, trying to reason with her impressionable teenager daughter, that she needed to wear something that made her look young, and I couldn’t help exhaling noisily and discontentedly at the woman as I walked away. It’s okay; I’m sure all kinds of karma will visit her tenfold, probably in the form of puke - which has nothing to do with marriage or babies but I’m so friggin’ pissed at that woman for saying that to her daughter in front of strangers. It’s a good thing I wasn’t stoned, because I’d have never made it out of that mall without giving her a black eye.

Sis tells me that Mr. Big will be playing in Dimapur on October 14 - the icing on this cake (more on that to come). I don’t know what’s happened, someone gave up their voodoo doll of me or Mars and Venus took a break or something, but this past week has been amazing. I got to hang out with my favourite blues band of all time, hung out with my two favourite friends, watched ‘Up’, shopped a lot and ate a lot more.

P:S- My sister called from Nagaland. Haven’t spoken to her in weeks and I miss my niece. News is she might be pregnant. ‘Might’ being the high-flying word here but I’m already imagining another kid looking as amazing as my niece.

Once upon a time there was a vocalist, record producer, songwriter, musician, author, and actress named Nona Hendryx. She recorded a single called ‘Transformation’ in 1983 (incidentally, the year I was born in). I heard it and instantly fell in love with the song. I played it over and over because it was, and still is, insanely great. I also found a cover of ‘Transformation’ by Pam Grier, Miss Hendryx and the band BETTY. If possible, that version kicks more ass than the original and the original was damn good. It’s a catchy, driving, soul-funk rock song. Listen to the track, thank me later.

Meeting With The Band

I am currently on vacation, until Tuesday which really means hours, even days, of relaxing free time. And I’ve decided that I would use this time to do what I love - I’m perusing through my favourite blogs, streaming tracks from Youtube to last.fm, attending shows, and watching my favourite doctor – Gregory House. But for some reason all of these didn’t matter as soon as I learnt that blues band Soulmate was doing a private gig at this place called Bacchus last night.

Obviously that brings me to this post about the band again. I love this band, I love their music, and I love the album ‘Moving on’. In fact I love the album so much it has been the only album I’ve listened to on my laptop over the past three months. I finally took it out after I realized just how fanatical I’ve become with the album; how trapped I’ve become in this practice of listening to it over and over again (I mean c’mon, I actually have memorized, word for word, 9 of the 12 tracks on the album).

Fortunately for me my friend is an avid listener of the blues and she had stumbled upon the video I had uploaded from their last concert. So she was all up for coming with me to this swanky little watering hole during the early evening.
On this night the cover was 500 bucks, of course all our drinks were covered with the entry coupon, and the music was more than worth the long trek back and forth on the frozen evening. Soulmate lived up to their billing as they played through a set of their acoustic numbers, and quite possibly the best live version of ‘Johnny be good’ I have ever heard. And the fact that they managed to cram all of this fun onto a tiny little stage of Bacchus just added to the night.

It was a real treat to actually hear Tips’ otherworldly vocals fashioned live and only a few feet away. The two hour-something set went by fast and at 11:30 the band wrapped it up and started packing on stage. As I passed them I shouted out "great job!" and in a persona much different from the one we had just seen, Tips screamed back my name and gave me a big bear hug. Best of all, though? When Tips heard that Shillong was one of my stops on vacation to the north-east she gave me her number and asked me to call her as soon as I reached. And due to my incredible position in the crowd, I actually got to play photog for once. Check out my pictures above.

They played roughly 8 -10 songs. During their second set it was like they tapped into a different energy and I could tell many in the audience were fighting to stay seated at times. "Cup of tea" was also exceptional and I think it was this song where my friends were nearly standing on top of their tables. It was pretty cool and done with enough passion and elegance without being overdone.

The song that I’m playing here today was quite brilliant in a live setting, easily surpassing the studio recordings which appear on their album. Might I add that both Tips as well as Rudy are absolutely amazing singers and people. Their charisma presents itself very well in a live setting and I strongly encourage anyone with a chance to catch them live to get out and see a set. It’ll be an evening you’ll forever want to hold on to.

And all this rambling brings me to this track. ‘Cup of tea’ is written about a day in the life of lead vocalist Tipriti ‘Tips’. This song is quietly tranquil and content. It’s filled with honest emotions and genuine bliss. And I know every word as if I wrote it myself. It’s a beautiful song and I feel that if I don’t share it with everyone it will be stuck in my head for ages and I won’t ever listen to another album.

Day three of a three day work week.
It didn’t suck as much as I thought it would.
And I’m thankful.

A few years ago I was given a couple of gifts and included were two pairs of pink and red All Stars. You know those old-school Converse shoes. My friends are so hip it hurts (ouch). Oddly enough, just a few weeks shy of my 24th birthday and I came to the abrupt realization that I had never owned a pair of All Stars. At that time I was also exchanging emails with a friend who'd just put up a picture of her own shoes and she was baffled (okay, maybe not "baffled" but she sure was surprised). So I had fixed the problem. To be cool like my friends and the friend I was chatting with. And the internet.
Obviously, this in one way or another troubled me since I'm 26 years old and still thinking about it. But it was one way in which I was never cool. One more example would be the fact that I think I've seen about two episodes of South Park in their entirety. It's funny, yes, I just never watch it.
It started with a report yesterday morning on Yahoo front page, now rocketing across cyberspace; Patrick Swayze, the gracefully macho Texan actor who lit up everything from ‘The Outsiders’ to ‘Powder Blue’ has died.
An actor, dancer and singer-songwriter and much more, Swayze died on Monday after a long illness. He leaves behind a world much less wonderful, especially for those of us who grew up on his antics with old-school show biz legends.
I made a really good find this week. Jack Savoretti. This half-English, half-Italian solo acoustic singer from London- delivers in an incredibly strong and mature style and his voice is folksy and strong. The track ‘No one’s Aware’ is full of emotion and refuses to fall into the slick acoustic traps so many contemporary singer-songwriters have fallen into of late. This single, is about as catchy a song you can ask for. And the rest of the album takes its lead. It'll never win song of the century but it sure is good.

Tomorrow, Sep 13, F&B, at 8:00 p.m. Soulmate will be performing in B’lore again. I will be one of the guests at the venue, listening and getting some shots of the band and Tipriti ‘Tips’ Kharbangar (who, might I add, is extremely effortless on the eyes). It's going to be a wonderful evening and I'd be thrilled if you joined us.

Weekend Highlights

Friday night: Law & Order SVU by myself (Chris Meloni, yo), lots of meat and orange juice; bursting by 10, passed out by 12

Saturday morning: Asleep. Dreaming of go-go dancers, barbecue, fat piles of cash money lying around, and being at a makeout party. Judging from the state of my room when I finally got out of bed this morning (at 1pm), a good time was most definitely had.

Saturday afternoon: crawling around the floor of the dark room, successfully found the last match to light my cigarette.

Saturday evening: Long hot bath, Melissa Etheridge, phone calls

Saturday night: TV with my friend Mai; lazing around; Chips and dip, cold beer and yummy pork and beef.

Sunday afternoon: Cold, wearing pajamas, eating toast, and reading old emails until 4 pm

Sunday night: Completing 10th season of Law & Order means quality time with Chris Meloni

Sunday/Monday, 1 am: The Reason feat. Sara Quin crooning “We’re so beyond this” in my ear before I fall asleep

Before I start off with the music section of this post, here’s some fashion advice for all you stud muffins out there. I don’t care who you are but tying a little sweater over your shoulders just screams “bitch.”

Some time back I had the chance to check out how insanely awesome The Reason and Sara Quin’s track was. It's fantastic and compelling. I was justifiably happy; therefore, when I heard it I forced myself to get a copy of it. Now that I've got it, I'm really excited to put it up here. This track is lush, emotionally charged and vibrant. Sara Quinn (from the indie rock/indie pop band ‘Tegan and Sara’ consisting of identical twins Tegan Rain Quin and Sara Keirsten Quin), is a singer out of Canada, who is featured on alternative rock band – The Reason’s 2007 album ‘Things Couldn't Be Better’. The track ‘We’re so beyond this’ is easily one of the most peppy tracks I’ve heard in a long time. And I think we might all need that once in awhile.

Have a great week y’all. Here's to September.

I don’t get taping your sex sessions. I can’t imagine people being shutterbugs during a romp in the hay. I’ve never been a fan of recording moments with any of my boyfriends. For one, it’s dicey. What if I don’t remember that I took the pictures/videos, and by chance my parents get a hold of it? What if the camera gets stolen and the precise magnitude of my boyfriend’s pecker gets passed around? What if I get hit by a bus and don’t have an ID on me and the police check my bag to identify me - in the camera - that’s the picture they use for their HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WOMAN placard?

Oh, the horror.

For two, I’m of the belief that there are other folks who do it better, like porn stars and transitional obnoxious celeb couples.

On October 4th I'll be here:

Carrier pigeon or messenger dolphin will be the best way to get a hold of me.

I am very much looking forward to a relaxing getaway. My twin and I are joining my older sister and her husband’s family and it's just what the doctor ordered.
My trip to Nagaland last year was a huge adjustment but one that was understood and accepted as part of growing up and becoming part of a new family, which welcomed me with wide-open arms as if I was always one of their own. As the year passed and my life went through some chaotic changes there was loss and there was growth. But there was always a reminder that was still a family to go to if and when the opportunity presented itself.
Once again, it’s the north-east for me next month. It will be another holiday of long distance phone calls and long- awaited rendezvous. I will once again be joining my friend Z on some exciting adventures and meeting a lot of new friends. I’ll be going for two weeks, just when I shall be needing a cure from the coldness in B’lore. I’ve yet to finalize plans to Shillong, and I’m not entirely sure where my journey will take me. All I know is that we're going to Dimapur to stay a few days with my relatives. I’ll eventually wind my way through Kohima, and possibly few other places, before spending the last few days in Shillong and then flying home from Dimapur. I’m very excited and a big screamer that I am, I keep bouncing around the house yelling. "I’m gonna be on vacation!"

And I'll be sure to get lots of photos.

And now, dear readers, I must bid you goodnight. Despite a spike in energy from a certain drink, my eyelids are getting heavy and that I have the tenth season of Law & Order SVU. But before I do that, I shall leave you with a track.

Since a buddy of mine turned me on to Heart a few years ago, I've been hooked. Their early stuff was unique, free- sounding and rootsy. Their album - Jupiter's Darling - took a mainstream, more polished turn. The indie fan inside me hates to admit this but the 80’s fan in me loves it. I think it's a combination of the music and the memories. It was transformational to me. Ann Wilson’s vocals are perfect and who knew she had recorded so many solid backing vocal tracks? Nothing flashy, pretty straightforward but enthusiastic. Their single – ‘No other love’ takes a step or two back into the land of indie goodness while not losing the accessibility and old rock flavor that made them so brilliant and ‘The First Sisters of Rock & Roll’.

Until next time, here’s wishing you a wonderful weekend.

I spent my determining years following the way people lived in the 80s. I was, as a result, one of the few who wore like baggy or really tight leather pants, bright colored shirts, army boots and used plenty of hair wax for punk looking hairstyles. In my time, I've seen a couple of trends come and go. Lately, though, it seems like something a little more meaningful has taken off almost everywhere and become quite a trend - going green. How else can you explain the booming sales of Compact Fluorescent Light Bulbs (CFLs), environmentally friendly cars, shirts, bags, books, and even green music concerts?
All this publicity and coverage required me to look at how I work together with my surroundings and what sort of effect I have. So I did a little scrutinizing. Turns out that, according to my calculations over at ‘Calculate Your Impact’, I emit somewhere around 8.65 metric tons of carbon dioxide a year. Well, not me, physically (that would be horrid), but my family, trips we make and cars. We get macrobiotic when it's convenient. We don't own enormous, fuel-gulping vehicles and take them on frequent road trips. We hardly fly. We don't stand around glaciers with heat ovens, or hunt penguins for lunch or unload toxic waste into the few lakes we have in our city. I'd say we're just about average - we're not going to be responsible for saving the environment but we're not going to be liable for the defilement of it either.

But what else can we do?

I'm all for taking on the big solutions. I urged my dad to put up solar panels so we wouldn’t have to keep using the geyser, plant our own vegetables (since mum loves gardening), carpool, use paper bags, rain water harvesting, make my own clothes, books and lipsticks, buy stuff only from nature friendly businesses, and mount a wind turbine in the back porch. But those things are also a) costly or b) a bona fide splinter in the ass. And I think that - being a splinter in the ass - is what prevents most people from acting. Most of us (me included) are acquisitive to some degree and inclined by the idea of instant indulgence. There's nothing awful about that. But until we get over ourselves a little, there's a point at which we can't become much greener.

So, I am trying! Not perfect but making the effort at least.
Last week I'd given the ‘Anarbor’ track a spin which is a breezy trip through modern American pop-rock. I know that sounds like a mouthful of adjectives, but that is really what this song is. So yes, to respond to your question, they are the ideal band to listen to when you want to shake your shoulders a bit. 'The Brightest Green' is a very upbeat and catchy track and, as a result, more of a pay-off to the listener. Not to forget, there's something about it that stays with you. Something good.
From the intro to the way that the song builds, there’s just not much else you could add to make it into a better song. To be sure, this song is best listened to at a very loud volume.
Until next time. I’ll keep posting as long as you all continue to listen to good music. Peace out. Tell your friends and check back often.

The shortest affair I’ve ever had!

This weekend sported party night and normally I'd be totally cool with anything that involved alcohol and shaking my booty, you know me. But I don't think I could handle it every weekend. I'm exhausted.

My friends and I went to this sorta popular club in the city. They, who had partied last when MC Hammer was all the rage, complained and grumbled, while the bass line crushed pancakes of my already-frail serenity levels. So I was happy when my ex, surprisingly, took me up on the offer of joining us at the club (which by this point, meeting up with him were fairly rare events).

I slipped back into the warm place I had left on the couch and watched as he danced on the floor.
Filled with unsure well-being, I was up to the usual: drinking a long island iced tea, boring the fingers off a friend on my mobile, and checking out the local talent. Glancing up from my cell phone I caught someone staring at me. That someone was a young woman of 5’4, who wore a long shirt over leggings kinda reminding of the young Joan Jett. Her happy pretty face opened into the biggest smile I think I've ever seen. I told Runa then that I was in love with a girl, and I meant it for like five minutes. Busy chatting with my companions instead of keeping tabs on what was happening, I missed her leaving the lounge and for fifteen minutes I literally prayed to God for her return. My ex wouldn’t speak to me properly and I realized this night was going all wrong. So I took his hand and went onto the middle of the dance floor. His eyes said that he had missed me. Everything that every girl wants to hear. Except for this girl. I moped a bit until I downed my drink, danced with my back to him and blacked out everything. Seconds later he startled me out of my trance by holding me. His breath sounded very loud and heavy next to my ear. For once, this was not a turn-on. I tried to say something, but my own voice, by contrast, sounded heavy and slurred. I might be drunk, I realized.

While dancing with him, I felt someone coming really close to me so I turned to face the enemy who had invaded my dance space and then saw her. She was holding out her hand towards me, I took it and smiled so big that I needed chapstick after. We danced together for ten minutes until my ex grabbed me back. I kept looking at her, dancing close and going away. The music stopped and when I turned around she was leaving. My distress was needlessly profound for how little I had done to hold her attention. I made my best frownie face and waved goodbye. She waved back and was gone. I broke away from his arms and packed up to leave the lounge. Outside we stand and it’s awkward.

"So you’re leaving?" he asked.

"Yeah,” I replied. There was no admission of guilt or rationalization. Just open-eyed honesty, which was tough to be, at that moment.
I let myself be hugged, and perhaps hugged him back a little, taking pleasure in the feeling of being wanted without being had. I wondered what kept me from doing something that I wouldn't be at error in doing. In short what stops me from consuming forbidden fruit when the fruit is essentially hopping out of its skin, pleading to be had?

I could have been another kind of woman. But the woman I am, moved his hand away and walked towards my ride. Went to her room alone. And fell back in hate with her city.

So on that note this post is for the girl who stole the night away and who reminds of a very bollywood-ish version of Joan Jett. And thinking about Joan Jett, got me watching all her videos this morning, when I had this sudden realization: I will never love another musician quite the same way I loved Joan Jett. And that made me kinda sad. I have quite a few favourite bands right now, but I couldn't tell you what all their names are, nor could I name five songs off their current album by title. But with Joan Jett, I knew every song and video, I knew so much about her and...I knew (and, frighteningly, still do) every frame of every video by heart. The videos instantly transported me back the days when my best friend was a Sherrie and a Shane and I would sit there watching 'Crimson & Clover' over, and over, and over again, all of us drooling over Miss Jett. And I miss that. I definitely don't miss being a teenager and fighting with my parents or hating high school, but I miss being that dutiful to a band and feeling like I knew them.

Oh, doesn’t Katherine Moennig look painfully similar to Miss Jett?

Hoo! I'm out of breath! ‘How come, eve?’ you ask. That’s cos I've been doing the Friday dance! The Friday dance is so enjoyable but it ain't pretty.

First, an apology - if I haven't visited your blog lately and posted a comment, I'm sorry. Employment has kept me very busy. That's Busy with a capital B. Please don't think I'm paying no attention to you.

I began the morning at 6-something-o'clock with a dazzling idea - I'd document my Friday! Sure, it would make most of you snooze, but it’s something, right? I did really well until I actually made it into my workplace. Then HELL? He created havoc and I forgot I had a crazy head. Hell, I forgot I had a name. So I give you the beginnings of the Friday Noir photo essay I like to call ‘Another Day…’

It was a dark morning in the city. The cold was enveloping. Cold’s sister, Fog was in on it too, like some friends I hadn't seen since Saturday. But I wouldn't get the day started by reminiscing.

A cup of tea was the only thing that would get me moving. A steaming cup of tea from mommy dearest who I was sure was working for the ghosts (I had no idea when she went to bed or when she woke up. She's always around when I'm up).

In my office, secure from curious eyes, I looked at the bright relics on my desk and gazed, startled. 'What is this bright box?' I speculated. And then it came upon me- I'm no hush-hush PI from the seventies. No, I'm an editor and I've got a tough day in front me.


And I did.


Planet Funk quickly became one of my favorite music ensembles in 2001 (like most kids who frequented the clubs in the city that year) when they released the fantastic electro-dance number "Chase the Sun", and then they quickly disappeared into obscurity afterwards. Until in 2003 they came out with an alarmingly appealing song, one that definitely bodes well for me. Like ‘Chase the Sun’, ‘Paraffin’ continues in that direction with a bit of a darker edge. The chorus is one of the most poppy and explosive that the band has made and the song, in general, seems more upbeat while still retaining that dreamy, moody vibe. This track certainly raises my interest level for their album which drops in 2009 and marks the return of Planet Funk.

Phew, that's all I've got for now. Stay tuned, kids.

Tuesday again, huh? I can't say I'm too pleased about that. And my brain isn’t operating too well. I've got all kinds of things I shouldn't talk about but nothing I should.
I won't talk about sleep. Or, more precisely, the lack of sleep. No matter how appropriate it might be in light of some terrible sleeping this weekend. It's a familiar, old refrain and I'd hate to bore you. But..... before you know it, the damn alarm goes off over and over again and despite being screamed at by my mom because I’ll be feeling about as motivated to go to work as I am about drinking coffee. When I do head to work, it’ll be cold and windy and the traffic will suck. I’ll stroll into my office, booted up and take a sip of tea. Instead of it being the standard measure of milk, water and sugar, with my sleepy head, eyes and hands I would’ve dumped gallons of milk or sugar into it. I’ll feel betrayed. And I’d wonder if my brain knew me. “I thought we were tight, Brain?” Soulless bitch.

3 more days standing between me and the weekend. I think it’s time to get more tea.

Over the weekend I attended a fabulous event at the Opus to watch a live performance by funny man, Vir Das. We had a terrific time--we almost choked on our food as we cackled the night away. I did have a fabulous time and the event left me all stirred up and in such a good mood.
Vir Das, a very charming actor/comedian who used to do a face-kicking funny job on two high-rated comedies, one airing on CNBC called 'News on the Loose' and the other on Zoom TV on the show 'Ek Rahen Bir'. That night, I have to admit that he looked quite sexier than ever might I add and very well toned. He succeeded in making himself sound like an absolute asshole and made me realize why I liked his show so much. Alas, it was all good, clean (well, except for the flowing booze) fun. I'm thrilled and just surprised beyond belief that he actually was nice enough to make conversation and click some pictures with us after the show. And what it all boils down to, ladies and gentlemen, is that I’m a sucker for some good humour especially when it’s been presented by a very hot looking package.

If you've spent any time here, you know that I listen to and own a lot of music. From time to time, I geek-out on your asses with a long rundown of all the stuff I've listened to in a particular week or day I've been digging. I don't plan to bring that to an end anytime soon. Hey, I've created an entire site for it.
Swing by every once in a while - I'll post new reviews of albums and songs as I encounter them. You'll probably see some familiar entries too. So, what are you waiting for? A brand-spankin' new review is up and it's a band you won't want to miss.

There's some discreet supposition that Indie bands are lo-fi, technically weak, shoe-gazers. From the sound of some bands, you'd think the members created their songs out of a hat, practiced for a fine 15 minutes, and then recorded their album in a single take. It's not an awful thing (while occasionally, it really, really is) but every so often that's not what I want to hear. Sometimes I want some of my devotion in musicianship, in uniqueness, reinforced. Enter Mazzy Star and their album ‘So Tonight That I Might See’.
I’m going with the track ‘Fade into you’ because it has something of interest, some little slice of creativity that you’ll find you enjoy. I honestly can’t believe it took me a long time to finally hear this song. It was released/ recorded in 1994 and I’m just now, finally, hearing it. Where have all my music loving friends gone? Why was I not force fed this track, years ago? This track is but a taste of how great this album is. Trust me though, this is a single that needs to be added to your collection.

Sure, I am a comment whore but I also plan on using this for good. I know my current blogroll is a little, well, dated. I'd like you to comment so I can round it out and rebuild it a bit. So, get over here if you haven't already. In the mean time, thanks. Thanks for taking time out of your day to read. I'm not always sure why you do, but I really appreciate it. I'm puzzled, but touched.