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just a prelude

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

komfem2 la takde sape yang actualy bukak blog aku nih so i guess this will give me the chance to rant and rave about some of these thoughts in my mind that, i can freely say, is totally unacceptable by the norm.
will see how it goes, eh?
i am not crazy. i am merely tired of this sanity

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

testing testing wan tu tri...


Mindsay Memories: Jazzy Zazzy

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

i have somehow now fall into the ritual of listening to at least 2 hours of jazz before going to bed.why, i can't really answer. it's this bug i have since i discovered stacey kent. it was the guy sitting next to me at the office who passed me that cd - i doubt he listened to it much anyway, the cd was a bit dusty and sad. the dude listened to the indiana jones' soundtrack and some irreleavant canadian band religiously so i thought heck, this must be another depressing-iwannakillmyself or immaheromachogreat kinda cd. but whatever, i was in need of some boost (left all my cds at home) so i pop the cd in me pooter and gave it a spin.



it was like, wow...
how can i explain the euphoria? the cd made me feel warm, happy, gay, joyful - the whole thesaurus for happy. it was a rollercoaster trip that left me kinda high... believe it or not i was smiling like mad on my way home that day. that night, i somehow ignored all my aerosmith cds, didn't touch my stack of sinatra-buble-platters-beatles stuff. it was stacey kent that i was addicted to, and it was that that i listened to. nothing beats listening to stacey while playing some solitaire...
so that was how it started. i still listen to my swing/rnb/rock stuff, but i keep reaching for the jazz cds (esp kent's) late at night before i sleep. it was like an addiction i can't keep at bay.

i went out with hani yesterday (and such fun we had! but will talk abt that later). we were browsing through a cd corner and somehow i kept seeing jamie cullum's cd. i like his music and his stuff on mtv, but have never really listened to him. we walked around petaling street and again those pirate apeks selling pirated cds (that i usually loovvee so much) were pushing me some jamie cullum. didn't buy any as i still think RM10 is absurd, why can't they sell em for 5 like they use to? it's pirated (or cetrom,the m'sian shorten version for pirated) anyway, it should be unreasonably cheap,right?

anyway, pass by another cd shop and the shop owner was shelving some jamie cullum cds on the rack titled 'latest release-jazz'.
that was too many jamie cullum to be a coincidence, so, as the ever impulsive me, i went into the shop, grabbed a cd (gasp, ely buying original?) and paid RM 29.90 for it. and what cheap price for such good music...

my sis Fina came into my room as i was playing the cd on my pooter later last night. she was curious about my new boring-too-slow-kinda-music cd.

"hey, a new cd..you went to P.S?"
"P.S? hello, this is original!" i said proudly showing her the 'original' hologram sticker on the album sleeve.

(please forgive me beloved Petaling Street friends!!)

"something must be wrong with you. the last time you brought anything original was like, never."
"it's jamie cullum." i was sure she has by now connect 'the cute guy pushing a piano atop a hill' mtv with the supposedly 'boring' stuff coming out of my speaker.
"oh, that guy. well, something is still wrong with you. get your head checked."
and with that she left.

so i seldom, well, rarely, er..scarcely buy original cds (i do own quite a number but they are a minute minority compared to my vast collection of cetroms), but this is different. this is jamie cullum.
(a name that would not ring any bell a year ago).

guess i will now have to be loyal to all my other fav artistes... since i was willing to pay that much for jamie, why not the others? (trying to sound noble but failing helplessly).

i think i might get george micheal's patience album next- original of course... (i can see my $$$ flying without wings..)




twentysomething - jamie cullum

After years of expensive education
a car full of books, and anticipation
I'm an expert on Shakespeare, and that's a hell of a lot
but the world don't need scholors as much as I thought

Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself, or start a career
i could work with the poor, though I'm hungry for fame
we all seem so different, but we're just the same

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat
all things are easy, with a tight six-pack
who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can't even separate love from lust

Maybe I'll move back home, and pay off my loans,
working nine to five, answering phones
don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights

I don't want to get up, just let me lie in
leave me alone, I'm a twentysomething

Maybe I'll just fall in love, that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that's enough
there surely must be more, ooh

Love aint the answer, nor is work,
the truth deludes me, so much it hurts,
but I'm still having fun and I guess that the key,
I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me

I'm a twentysomething, let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twentysomething