5 posts tagged “qotd”
What's on your holiday wish list?
I know I just went on a spending splurge, but this is a scheduled buy for another 6 months
I've seen this around at gigs. Never gave that much thought to it. But
Syamil's suggestion became the turning point. It's simple yet lush,
clean yet sultry. Saw a Youtube demo and fell in love with it. Could
money-growing trees be a reality?
What's your favorite music for a Sunday morning?
Submitted by Nick.
Well not exactly favourite, but I did discover it on Sunday morning. I had no idea how this happened. My brother missmatched the inputs and outputs, the ipod was plugged in and all I did was twist the volume knob and BZKZTKSJZTTZKZKZTTZKZKZKKKTTTT!!!!!!!! Brilliant. See and hear it for yourself.
What song best describes your current mood?
Submitted by Section31.
I'm not usually inspired or let alone associate myself with the kind of noise barrage Alexisonfire are capable of. But their latest album is the right dose of heavy metal that is relevant to my being. One song off that album embodies my current mood. Rough Hands:
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie..."
Dallas delivered that verse so well that I almost fell head over heels with the band. But then George kicked in with his typical yet powerful war cry and that turned me off. The song's almost perfect, but that verse is a brilliant summation of my current mood.
What's your favorite radio station, past or present?
Hands down, WOWFM. Well, those who know me will testify to it. I was pretty much hooked to Hitz.fm eversince puberty hit me and I'm not ashamed to admit the fact that I memorized every BSB, N'Sync, Moffats or Hanson song played in the airwaves. And in some cases, I even danced to it. Local music? Well, KRU anyone? I even won a lil' school contest in conjunction with the AEDES Awareness Week for my revamped version of the lyrics to 'Awas'. I sooooo wanna grow up and be a rapper back then.
Then came the revelation. Rock music hit me hard, harder than the loaf of bread that killed the duck in About A Boy. I wasn't a rebellious school boy, but somehow the angst associated with the music appealed to me. It was fresh and abrasive, cool and cocky at the same time. Then like every other 80's kid, I got hooked on Nirvana religiously. That was my calling card. Started a semi-grunge band without knowing two hoots about playing instruments at the first place, disbanded as SPM's over, and now here I am back with a vengeance.
Something happened in between all that. I got fixated with my passion for the whole 'rock' thingie. Exploring every branch, every avenue it has to offer. It led me to the discovery of my lifelong affair with post-rock. Sigur Ros and Damn Dirty Apes were like love at first sights.
So how does the now-defunct WOWFM fits into the whole picture? It was the only local radio station that played My Bloody Valentine.
I owe it a lot to WOW. It was my mentor in educating myself the finer
points of life filling in the auditory spaces our ears could muster.
Here's a toast to the one I miss most. Kudos.
Do you remember your first flight? Where did you go? Why?
Submitted by Laurel.
Yeah
and it was to Langkawi. It was my first visit to the island and also my
first vacation under the guidance and care of a tour company. Berjaya
Tours if my memory serves me well. With Dadas working position as a
Bernama journalist, everything was pretty much borne by Berjaya. We
stayed at Delima Hotel which is back then the nearest of its kind to
the airport (nowadays the nearest would be the Helang Hotel. right next
to the terminal). Mak and Zharil tagged along as well. I remember
enjoying the rides we took on the tour bus and the briefings of
historical events/sites given entertainingly by our tour guide who
resembled Muhammad Taib (former Selangor Minister) a whole lot. The
whole week remains one of the many highlights of my life. What made it
even sweeter was that, instead of getting the standard 747 for our
return flight, we were thrown into a Boeing 747 Airbus filled with
Japanese tourists from gramps to grandkids. Kawaii!!!