Hi Gorgeous! Have you been staying busy? I'm sure you have. Just make sure you take good care of yourself, and maintain your prayers. I was thinking about how unlike a scenester I am, or ever was. When I was a young musician, of course I would make the efforts and pains to socialize and attend parties, in the name of music business. Like any immature idiot, I thought I was somewhat special for doing so. I would try to start up a band with anybody God put in my path, just for the sake of having a band, and playing out. There was never any method per se, and I would just write any song that came to my fingers, and instantly gave it for the band to play. But at the end of the workday at 2 or 3am, I would always wind up alone in my apartment. Now, I am exhausted of trying to party and socialize and being who I'm not for the sake of music business. Becoming a drummer is most useful for writing music, because I can complete entire songs in my head just by tapping out beats, and humming the melody in secret, while weeding out my chilli patch. Well, that's not necessarily my creative protocol. Just as long as I'm left alone with the means to produce music. I'm a crummy politician, huh? I'm vague as hell, huh? I'm also much older than most active musicians, but alhamdulillah (praise Allah), I'm still alive. I'm certainly a much different scenester than I was 20 years ago. So, what is the type of scene I am in now?
Well, I'm far from done, because I have a spiritual agenda to please Allah with music, and I am not allowed to quit. So, what is the type of scene I am in now? I don't know! Let's just say that I want to be happy, with my sweetie. I can tell you what the makeup of the audience of my live shows are/should be. I have absolutely no intention or desire to tour, so for concerts here in Perlis, the audience must be divided into 3 sections. Section one is for single females 13 and over, section two is for married couples with/or children under the age of 13, and section three is for single males 13 and over.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Letter to Julia 20111001
Damn bloodsuckers! It's not just mosquitos, but they also come in smaller sizes and shapes. That's one disadvantage of an equatorial location: because it's teeming with life, there are also many bugs here. Even the plants can reach out and grab or sting you. You are a supermodel. Yes you are, and your business commitments will probably double after we get married insyaAllah, plus your privacy will decrease because of who you marry. Do you feel like you're dragging a tree of spotlights under your jacket focused on you wherever you go, even now? At least out here in a village in the Malaysian countryside, there is less human activity, or less humans rather. The Matrix has us, Julia! My point is that you must protect the beauty that Allah gave you, which is another expense. Plus, you must try to cover your skin at all times is possible: I mean, please don't run around the house in just your Victoria's Secret lingerie.
I don't know how much free time I will have next week, because my Mom is going in for surgery so I have have to look after my parents. Cook and clean for them, you know. Please be patient with me. I do love you, my sweet Julia. You are my girl.
I don't know how much free time I will have next week, because my Mom is going in for surgery so I have have to look after my parents. Cook and clean for them, you know. Please be patient with me. I do love you, my sweet Julia. You are my girl.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Letter to Julia 201109029
What? You haven't seen Sailor Moon yet? Sailor Moon is a true modern Japanese classic, her influence transcends mere anime and manga! The anime is for the girl, and the manga is for the woman (if I am allowed to say so myself). The manga is a solitary labor of anguish for Naoko-sensei, while the anime is obviously a community effort. I think the SMSS manga is the worst manga, while the SMSS anime is the best anime. Strange, huh? So is Sailor Moon. I have all 5 seasons (1. SM, 2. SMR, 3. SMS, 4. SMSS, 5. SailorStars) of anime which unhappily I can't watch with you over the internet, but you can read the manga on Mangafox or something. My favorite character is Hotaru-chan! Chibiusa is unfortunately a pagan, which is odd because Naoko-sensei is a Christian.
I'm watching Iron Chef right now- chef Sakai is working on salmon. Ah, I miss salmon. Salmon tastes great raw, and the skin is awesome when cooked until crispy. I started watching Iron Chef when someone wrote on a Sailor Moon chat that Naoko-sensei was once a judge, but I never found her there. I haven't watched every battle, though. You should watch that show, too. It's basically a cook-off, but one can learn a lot. Don't use high heat unless you know what you're doing! Patience my beloved, patience!
It's been raining again over here, ever since my last letter. God had mercy on my village, and it wasn't a continuous downpour. So, we are not quite on the edge of massive flooding. So much water lately. This is beyond the point of weather distortion, this is almost a new norm. Which would be OK I suppose, but this state doesn't seem to drain all this water quickly enough. Weather distortion means change in the motion of this planet. I'll try to explain more about that when the right time comes. Anyway, this last rainfall spawned countless mosquitos. No, I wasn't able to kill them all with my forefinger. There were too many, and they were too aggressive. So, I had to clean up the yard while holding a coil of mosquito incense. Damn bloodsuckers! I hope I don't have to go around everywhere with a can of bug spray holstered on my waist.
P.S. I love you.
I'm watching Iron Chef right now- chef Sakai is working on salmon. Ah, I miss salmon. Salmon tastes great raw, and the skin is awesome when cooked until crispy. I started watching Iron Chef when someone wrote on a Sailor Moon chat that Naoko-sensei was once a judge, but I never found her there. I haven't watched every battle, though. You should watch that show, too. It's basically a cook-off, but one can learn a lot. Don't use high heat unless you know what you're doing! Patience my beloved, patience!
It's been raining again over here, ever since my last letter. God had mercy on my village, and it wasn't a continuous downpour. So, we are not quite on the edge of massive flooding. So much water lately. This is beyond the point of weather distortion, this is almost a new norm. Which would be OK I suppose, but this state doesn't seem to drain all this water quickly enough. Weather distortion means change in the motion of this planet. I'll try to explain more about that when the right time comes. Anyway, this last rainfall spawned countless mosquitos. No, I wasn't able to kill them all with my forefinger. There were too many, and they were too aggressive. So, I had to clean up the yard while holding a coil of mosquito incense. Damn bloodsuckers! I hope I don't have to go around everywhere with a can of bug spray holstered on my waist.
P.S. I love you.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Letter to Julia 201109026
Hey, I just saw a spider catch a cockroach! Hey, while I was typing that a few seconds ago, I just killed a mosquito with only my forefinger! One can certainly see many things happen if one takes the time to look. The universe can be seen with both a microscope and a telescope. Glory to Allah.
So, how's business? My feelings tell me that you are very busy. Please take good care of your beautiful body, and maintain your prayers. I dreamed last night that I was kissing you, and making love to you. Mm mmm. When I woke up it felt like I was still dreaming. Thank you for your love.
Once upon a time when people bought and played compact discs of music, musical acts made their living from selling recorded music and playing live concerts. At times, there happened to be communities of bands, and one would call them "scenes". Like the Seattle, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Athens Georgia, Liverpool etc scenes. Many bands in the scene would make good money from music, and would actually be able to live off that money in some cases. Most of the time, everybody knew each other, and would be the audience for each other, and thus some people would call them cliques. But that marketing apparently worked, since the whole country and thenceforth the rest of the world took notice. It's been a while since the last scene. I think the last real scene was the Seattle scene. I attribute this change not only to the way people listen to and use music, but also in the condition of the global landscape of the creative community, and of course the way the money goes. Apparently, the money is in Asia nowadays.
Now, disintegration in the East is as inevitable as it was in the West, because of interest and corruption. They say, "How can we live without consuming interest and without being corrupt, because we are used to it, and it is our sustenance?" It's kind of like people who do harm and blame it on their own weakness, and think because they are weak then it's OK, then continue to do harm. The solution is to live without interest or corruption. But they won't, so that is why disintegration in the East is as inevitable as it was in the West. But perhaps Allah will have mercy on Julia and I and the righteous, and not make things difficult for us. So if Allah wills, the next great scene could be right here in Perlis. A nice little tourist attraction in an exotic locale. Because of instant globalization unlike any of the other music scenes, the situation would have to be policed. We don't want chaos, because chaos comes with mass murder. But perhaps Allah will have mercy on Julia and I and the righteous, and not make things difficult for us.
So, how's business? My feelings tell me that you are very busy. Please take good care of your beautiful body, and maintain your prayers. I dreamed last night that I was kissing you, and making love to you. Mm mmm. When I woke up it felt like I was still dreaming. Thank you for your love.
Once upon a time when people bought and played compact discs of music, musical acts made their living from selling recorded music and playing live concerts. At times, there happened to be communities of bands, and one would call them "scenes". Like the Seattle, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Athens Georgia, Liverpool etc scenes. Many bands in the scene would make good money from music, and would actually be able to live off that money in some cases. Most of the time, everybody knew each other, and would be the audience for each other, and thus some people would call them cliques. But that marketing apparently worked, since the whole country and thenceforth the rest of the world took notice. It's been a while since the last scene. I think the last real scene was the Seattle scene. I attribute this change not only to the way people listen to and use music, but also in the condition of the global landscape of the creative community, and of course the way the money goes. Apparently, the money is in Asia nowadays.
Now, disintegration in the East is as inevitable as it was in the West, because of interest and corruption. They say, "How can we live without consuming interest and without being corrupt, because we are used to it, and it is our sustenance?" It's kind of like people who do harm and blame it on their own weakness, and think because they are weak then it's OK, then continue to do harm. The solution is to live without interest or corruption. But they won't, so that is why disintegration in the East is as inevitable as it was in the West. But perhaps Allah will have mercy on Julia and I and the righteous, and not make things difficult for us. So if Allah wills, the next great scene could be right here in Perlis. A nice little tourist attraction in an exotic locale. Because of instant globalization unlike any of the other music scenes, the situation would have to be policed. We don't want chaos, because chaos comes with mass murder. But perhaps Allah will have mercy on Julia and I and the righteous, and not make things difficult for us.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Letter to Julia 201109024
Hi Sweetie! I was practising my bass while watching "The Man With The Golden Gun", jamming on a few grooves when it occured ro me, "I absolutely have to write to my Sweetie!" How are you doing, precious? Are you taking good care of yourself, and maintaining your prayers? I'm getting old, my love. I tried trimming the grass while standing and bending over, that was a mistake. Ouch! Next time I'll just crawl and squat like I'm supposed to.
Nothing special to report, no extra preaching either. Well, none that I can post here. Just keep your faith sincere, and do not join any partners with Allah! I thought I saw a tall white girl with her shorter buddies in downtown Kangar yesterday, was that you? I don't think she was you, not pretty enough! No girl is as pretty as you, my gorgeous one, because you are my girl. This can be quite an exotic locale when compared to the West, especially if you're looking for something to eat. I've been eating mostly chili lately. Like I told my Mom, it's cheap and filling! I rediscovered homemade fry bread, oh so sweet, even without sugar. It's the natural sweetness of fresh bread, my beloved. The thought had occured to me that I should have added the sourdough starter, but no matter. There's nothing like fresh bread.
Just be cool as the old cucumber, my dearest beauty. Let those who have no faith be agitated. Your patience is from Allah, so know that, and be cool and classy. You are my girl and I love you, and I choose you to be my bride.
Nothing special to report, no extra preaching either. Well, none that I can post here. Just keep your faith sincere, and do not join any partners with Allah! I thought I saw a tall white girl with her shorter buddies in downtown Kangar yesterday, was that you? I don't think she was you, not pretty enough! No girl is as pretty as you, my gorgeous one, because you are my girl. This can be quite an exotic locale when compared to the West, especially if you're looking for something to eat. I've been eating mostly chili lately. Like I told my Mom, it's cheap and filling! I rediscovered homemade fry bread, oh so sweet, even without sugar. It's the natural sweetness of fresh bread, my beloved. The thought had occured to me that I should have added the sourdough starter, but no matter. There's nothing like fresh bread.
Just be cool as the old cucumber, my dearest beauty. Let those who have no faith be agitated. Your patience is from Allah, so know that, and be cool and classy. You are my girl and I love you, and I choose you to be my bride.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Letter to Julia 201109022
Hi there, my beautiful, beloved Julia! Oh, you are so gorgeous, aren't you? You are all I could ever want in a girl, and you are my girl. I pray you are taking good care of your precious body, and that you are maintaining your prayers. People usually think that it's nice to have many admirers, but we know better, don't we? Sure, everybody needs some attention to some degree, but people in our line of work seem to get too much unwanted attention. And it's not just gross old men(!) and women Julia, even the young can be too spotty or too greasy for any one to want to hang out with. Please forgive me, I speak of only wanting Julia to spend quality time alone with, and being married to. Beauty can be a burden, huh?
Yeah I'm old, but it may be hard to believe that I am younger than some other people. Still, I'm too old, and have been in the rock and roll business for too long, to have perma-libido, but I am younger than some other people, and poor enough to be a slave. Thus, the desire of others to get me involved in their affairs, without paying me, keeps my hands tainted in mud. Sigh! Sorry people, I want Julia, and I have my own agenda and inspiration to adhere to: I must please Allah with music. And I don't even have a body to match the voices Allah gave me (come to think of it, neither did Janis, Karen nor Billie). If Allah allows me heaven in the next life, then expect me to ask for a super hot bod and a pretty face, Julia. And greater virility too, so don't be shocked. In this life, I'm going to have to do drugs in order to match your sex drive. Sigh again. But please be patient, and save your lust for our marriage! I don't mind OD-ing for you. Sex, Viagra, and Rock and Roll!
Ahem. I don't think I'm pretty. You're pretty, not me. People should be looking at you, not me. I don't socialize, nor do I seek the public eye, nor do I desire to do anything of that sort. I was like this in the past too. I'm a recluse, I just want to be with my Julia. **sniffle** I caught a cold again. I couldn't do voice training yesterday. I can't sing when I'm stuffed up. I really need a full time personal physician, who is an expert at treating sinus allergies. But what to do? Once a prisoner, still a prisoner... a prisoner in a tower.
Yeah I'm old, but it may be hard to believe that I am younger than some other people. Still, I'm too old, and have been in the rock and roll business for too long, to have perma-libido, but I am younger than some other people, and poor enough to be a slave. Thus, the desire of others to get me involved in their affairs, without paying me, keeps my hands tainted in mud. Sigh! Sorry people, I want Julia, and I have my own agenda and inspiration to adhere to: I must please Allah with music. And I don't even have a body to match the voices Allah gave me (come to think of it, neither did Janis, Karen nor Billie). If Allah allows me heaven in the next life, then expect me to ask for a super hot bod and a pretty face, Julia. And greater virility too, so don't be shocked. In this life, I'm going to have to do drugs in order to match your sex drive. Sigh again. But please be patient, and save your lust for our marriage! I don't mind OD-ing for you. Sex, Viagra, and Rock and Roll!
Ahem. I don't think I'm pretty. You're pretty, not me. People should be looking at you, not me. I don't socialize, nor do I seek the public eye, nor do I desire to do anything of that sort. I was like this in the past too. I'm a recluse, I just want to be with my Julia. **sniffle** I caught a cold again. I couldn't do voice training yesterday. I can't sing when I'm stuffed up. I really need a full time personal physician, who is an expert at treating sinus allergies. But what to do? Once a prisoner, still a prisoner... a prisoner in a tower.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Letter to Julia 201109019
Whoops, sweetie! I absolutely meant to blog my love to you last Saturday, but I forgot to bring my wallet. Yeah, it's that 50 cents a blog matter again, but this time you can add some senility to the blame. BUT I posted my letter which I wrote Friday night describing my laziness to be blogged the next day for my beloved, along with this one. Yes I admit I'm lazy, even though it may not seem that I am. My laziness has a purpose, though: I can't sing when I'm fatigued. Nothing comes out! So I avoid physical activity before I have to sing. I like to watch TV, play video games, and snuggle with my sweetie. So while you are running around kickboxing, you can pull me along in a rickshaw. The maid can clean the house.
Damn! Those kids are wearing "No Money No Honey" T-shirts. They're right, though. How can you ever expect me to give you my poverty? I would rather wait until the next life to get married. But that may not be the case, Julia. Allah is not merciless, giving means only to the evil ones. We must pray, and have faith, both of us. Heaven is for the next life, but we can pray and beg that God will give us some happiness in this life, and make our journey together on the righteous path an easy one. You are my most beautiful girl, Julia. I love you.
Damn! Those kids are wearing "No Money No Honey" T-shirts. They're right, though. How can you ever expect me to give you my poverty? I would rather wait until the next life to get married. But that may not be the case, Julia. Allah is not merciless, giving means only to the evil ones. We must pray, and have faith, both of us. Heaven is for the next life, but we can pray and beg that God will give us some happiness in this life, and make our journey together on the righteous path an easy one. You are my most beautiful girl, Julia. I love you.
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