Posts Tagged ‘ego’
“Hello. 1857 artists. Is it any wonder that the compatibility is super?” She said.
I never realized the magnitude of the accumulated scrobbled artists in my library until phynaz mentioned it on the shoutbox.
Scrobbling since 26 Oct 2005 doesn’t that make such a wander.
Music community on the internet help much in sampling the ever eclectic taste of music genre.
Much thanks to leesunlay for his manic library of post-rock at:
‘This Post Will DESTROY Your Hardisk’ indeed true to its title. I got a dedicated external HD for iTunes after much sampling from his LJ.
ColonelTheSlav, the insane Burek. This guy is one crazy Croatian. Diverse collection of music, from bebop & jazz to grindcore & harsh noise. Word of caution, his blog is NSFW:
I’m currently following the duo who make the monthly Music Alliance Pact at:
Each sampling comes with a thorough comment. Take for example, the 2222th scrobbled artists in my library: trinkets – What Letters Failed To Achieve.
in an accelerated era of instant music floating about on countless electronic press kits, it feels so comfortable receiving something on the recommendation of a friend, and listening to it without having to deal with “recommended if you like” comparisons. all tom told me about trinkets when he passed me the old museum last night was that it was a band from brisbane and the music was “nice and mellow”, which sums up this album rather neatly. the band’s simple combination of guitars, violins, bass and drums is emotionally engaging with its keen sense of pace and space – crucial for an album recorded live, in this case at the old queensland museum. the last track of their set before their improvisational pieces, “what letters failed to achieve” seems to validate with both its title and content the role of instrumental music in stirring you in ways where words fall short. when things recede into an aching emptiness in the middle of the song, i hold my breath with the rest of the audience, urging the band on for that final flourish. – dan.
The instrumental is as dreamy as the explanatory note.
For the 2000th artists is a bit of unexpected. The girl who make me realised that the statistics of my populated artists embraced her music compatibility — also sang.
Elementary of statistics breeds Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious compatibility. Or in this case, SupercalifragilisticExplosionsInTheSky. If you love EitS, you’ll love God Is an Astronaut, The Album Leaf and Deepset (M’sian post-rock group)
I know, I don’t have to wonder why my music compatibility with indie and post-rock population on last.fm is SUPER.
There’s a slew of indie artist that I found through AMP Channel V.
Izzy Mohamed – Folk / Acoustic
Aiqa Halim – Alternative / R&B
Nadhirah Rashid – Acoustic / Other
I just found out that Aiqa Halim is related with the latter. She’s Nadhirah Rashid’s mum’s cousin. You can see where the music gene flows in the family.
So, here’s another indie artist in my list, an amused muse: Safinaz Yazed – Ego.
An apt song for the 100th score (2000th) as I finally conscious with the number. Bloated or deflated, that comes with ego.
I bought a few bottle of homemade Baba Nyonya’s sambal udang at this restaurant near my office. They served authentic Portuguese dishes too — as far as I know, I never know much about Mediterranean cuisine.
I was hoping to give it to your mum this Tuesday. I never did visit your parent after I got back from offshore last December 2009. January and February were hectic too, as I’m outstation a lot (Singapore mostly). March seemed to be kind to me. Then again, I did try on that fateful December.
Reading your entry about your dad (chemotherapy for the nasopharyngeal cancer), ridden me with guilt — knowing that my absence for months being offshore was hard for you.
I was never there for you — to console and to hold you, to whisper that everything shall be alright.
It’s a void, ready to be filled.
I’m contemplating of visiting your dad, but after reading this entry — maybe I shouldn’t (and to bring a bottle of sambal udang would be astoundingly rude — because of the mouth ulcer).
Even if I did, I’ll be nothing more than an unwanted ghost of the past — and a phantom I should be.
…He has severe attachment issues. Coping mechanism simply do not operate on an adult level, it is as though in his own mind, he can’t get past age six……At the very least, you could appreciate his conviction, even when it doesn’t reflect your own……We can revel in our past glories, but to relive them is unnecessary……Bitterness and blind faith, with a shot of guilt for catalyst……I stopped being an observer and become a witness. I’ve got the evidence… now where’s the court?……After the first couple of kicks, you don’t feel any pain, just thing breaking inside. Battered by abomination……I’m cold, chilled to the marrow.
Is that you Garth Ennis? Jamie Delano?
You make John Constantine (Hellblazer) chokes my own pitiful mind.
Now, should I listen to my conscience or succumb to my ego?