Do I have A Disease? IX

Hmm.

For a fleeting moment I forgot what I wanted to blog about. Oh yes.

I was at XiWai's place last night, pretty dreary.. plenty of strangers and not all of the guys from our class could make it, and SP had to go just after Twilli arrived. Sigh. Whilst Roland and Chu Leong were busy riding the stakes, I was holed in XiWai's room reading up Ghandi on wikipedia.org.

Wilson arrived in all his pink glory with a powder-pink shirt and his usual oh-so-gay white specs.. and along with half a bottle of Martell. Where and how and why he got it sure beats me, but anyway.

I had learned how to play 'The Weight' by The Band, a late 60's to mid-70's rock n' roll outfit which was initially Bob Dylan's backing band. At long last I've done it after watching a 'live' version on Soon's DVD, Martin Scorcese's 'The Last Waltz', which he had kindly loaned to me a week or so back.

'The Weight' is such a weird song.. kinda like how some songs sing about things which do not make sense, although I will not be surprised that by the end of reading this post, Alvin would have thoroughly scanned this song's lyrics and pronounced them highly controversial because of the sentence 'I saw carmen and the devil walking side by side', and of course any other bits here and there (that I'm certainly not aware of) which might have the remote possibility of controlling my brain via the sonic pulses emanating from the song.

:P

'The Weight' is also a very simple song to play, but not a very simple song to sing. Whatever the case is, I managed to learn how to sing and play it within 30 minutes. Hehehehe.

'Take a load off fanny... take a load for free... take a load off fanny (and.. and.. and.. and..) put the load right on me'


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Right

Hmm.

I woke up this morning.. at roughly 11:15am. Sort of surrealism took over. Must've been the wine saturday night at my aunt's place doubled with the fact that we were all watching 'Mr & Mrs Smith' on DVD (fookin' good film, in my opinion) and my Brother, myself and three other cousins were having a ball making fun of another younger, pesky cousin.

Whatever the case was, I wasn't having that sort of CNY anticipatory feeling. It was sort of like 'oh wow.. it's morning... okay, let's hope we can last the day' which equates into a non-commital feeling of boredom and indifference.

Normally, any single adolescent person who wakes up on the first day of CNY would be like 'oh yeeeaaahhh.. ANG POW HERE I COME!!!'. Fact is, I've been sick since last Sunday, I've been coughing like mad and I'm still having a headache. I wasn't terribly excited about meeting my cousins: some of which would mysteriously disappear after lunch, and one or two would then distract the rest of us from our annual ritual of Dai Ti and jokes with either irritating actions or being so cute.

Right.

Don't get me wrong.. I like CNY, it's just that I'm not ready of thinking positive thoughts right now. Kinda like... with all the crap happening right now, would anyone even have the heart to think positive? It's more like a struggle for liberation rather than the celebration of an occasion.

I find myself dragging my feet, being cynical and generally being an arse. Oh yes.. Happy CNY to you guys out there.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Girls Got Rhythm! II

Hmm.

Hah.

Quite a while back I started this series of posts titled 'Mother's Love' which tend to gravitate towards the everyday (or highlights of) interaction with my mum.

One thing lead to the next, and to put the long story short I have now written over twenty posts about the dealings with my mum, which anyone, even if you read ever so quickly, would soon realise is something not to be desired.

Call me an unfortunate son, but I think growing up with this person has taught me to take bullshit at all sorts of levels. Be it being extremely unfair, or simply being slow and irrepressible, my mother has been there and I've been at the receiving end of the stick.

Frankly it's good training, then I'll know what I need to do with my kids when the time comes. Lesson learnt.

Anyway, to commemorate these exceptional series of posts, I have set up another blog titled (what else) 'Mother's Love', which you can all go and read for your exquisite pleasure.

Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Headache II

Hmm.

Okay, finally the effects of the burnout have arrived... I've got a headache.. very similar to a hangover, but a headache nontheless. Why do I have this urge to write a poem now?

Yesterday managed to go over to Rob's place, where he mercifully spared me a half hour of his time talking about (what else) music and the state of mind when it comes to making music. I had mentioned to him that I wanted to progress from just playing normal pentatonic scales and try out something like blues. I also talked about upgrading my gear etc.

Then he said his piece, which in it's utterly distilled form is: to focus on the music. Anyone out there with a disposable income can spend loads of cash on gear, fiddle about with amps and guitars and desire to be the world's best guitarist. However that will be just ridiculous because that person is spending more time on gear rather than focusing on his/her chops.

I have to admit that I agree wholeheartedly with Robert, and I'm guilty of gear-headedness. What's more I have been focusing on the very technical aspects of music: panning, reverb, sound focus etc. After what Rob said yesterday, it seems that all my efforts in sound production seemed to be no more than tripe if my initial (if not present) ambition is to be a good musician, and I have lost focus along the way.

Well, from my personal (musical) standpoint, I want to be:

1. A solid rhythm and lead guitarist.
2. A fair mandolin player.
3. A competent singer.
4. A fair blues harpist.
5. A good sound engineer.
6. A competent producer.
7. A good songwriter.
8. A fair bassist.

As you can see, these 8 goals I have set for myself I have achieved somewhat, and there's always plenty of room to progress, and much more to learn along the way. I hope I can make it.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Definitely, Maybe, Not II

Hmm.

I'll tell you why I gave up on her.

You have it straight from the man's mouth.

1. She rejected me.
2. I can't give a damn anymore.
3. She can't even dare to speak to me about anything more than schoolwork.
4. I will not pretend to have a shred of emotion regarding her anymore despite the fact that I wrote a song for/about/with respect to her.
5. I've given up on love.

God knows how many times I've fought the feeling of sympathy before realising that I'm probably the one who deserves receiving it. And it's sickening to think of pitying myself when I can hold myself up without having to bother about what other people think, and whether I should or should not do what I think is right.

You can call my an actor, but that's just a joke in bad taste, and I will not be surprised. If you think that falsehood and tricky questions will reveal the truth in my heart, you can stop it and read it on this very blog.

Let it be known that I once fancied her, thought she was the most beautiful, creature which trod this earth. Key word: 'Once'. Which therefore leads to the obvious conclusion that I not think the same way as I once did. All I have now is indifference, lost hope and fuckin indignation at the thought that I was once a person who was so damn ignorant, foolish and naive into thinking that my affections would have been reciprocated.

It was so long ago. Since the end of year 1 I was a captive of my own imagination. I see it now as.. either it's there or it isn't. And we all know that it was never there in the first place.

And there you have it. Hope you're fucking satisfied.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Headache

Hmm.

Okay, suffering from immense headache at the moment. Was at Ikea just a short while ago.. Brother Dearest had bought a cupboard for himself so as to store his ridiculously immense number of CDs and/or DVDs.

Anyway, have to chiong for AI assignment (Adobe Illustrator AGAIN), and I'm not feeling well. It's raining and I'm feelign warm. The fan is blowing full tilt and I'm warm. I have half a mind to surgically impair all of my sweat glands when I earn a decent amount of money. Also might want to correct my eyesight along the way.

Damn, I hate myself today.

Maybe I should just sit back and read a book (I recently bought the classic 'To Kill A Mockingbird', which I am currently enjoying) or maybe just lie down a doze off... rainy days are such sleep-inducing periods.

Finding myself thinking of a certain someone... I feel so confused and yet so angry with myself. Why can't I just put it all behind me and start afresh? The memories just keep haunting me and tantalise me with hopes and dreams, and then I tell myself to forget about it... because I must.

Okay.. it's settled.. I need to stop all this rubbish (Rhino 3D software is fucked again) and read a book.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Clutch that matey! XXIII

Hmm.

After working at Molly Malone's Irish pub for slightly under a year, today, Saturday the 21st of January will be the final day I work as a pub waiter for Molly Malone's. In many ways I am both glad and sad.

Glad:
1. I won't be cleaning out ashtrays anymore.
2. No need to kena from my female colleagues when they have PMS.
3. Have no fears of awkwardness when (and if) I want to get up and sing.
4. Definitely less intake of 2nd hand smoke.
5. It was fun while it lasted anyway.

Sad:
1. Met so many people, and too bad I have to leave some very nice people behind.
2. Probably see less of Gerry, who was the key to me being a better singer.
3. Have to find new job.
4. Have to spend less money (as if that is already possible).
5. No more free alcohol.

As you can possibly deduce from the above, I have not found a new part-time job (despite the fact that I will be working for money on a the menu and t-shirt design for Colin Mcdonald aka big boss of McCraic Holdings), which ultimately means I have no more money to spend on items of fancy.

However, that said, I have worked at that place for slightly under a year, and I've gained a fabulous insight into the world of a pub waiter, and all the weird and beautiful characters which permeate that line of work.

I've found that after I started working at the pub, my sense of self-confidence has improved somewhat, and my ability to socialise has also increased. One main factor within this whole large entity is my friendship with Gerry Cox.

Gerry was just a pub singer when I got to know him, and by the second month of working at Molly's, I had become his friend, and he my mentor and guru. He was also the big brother I always wished I had, and someone whom I could relate to, admire and confide in. He also hooked me up with Robert Bartlett, who till this very day, is also a mentor, guru and good friend.

I have to credit these two fine emn with my improvement in singing, confidence on stage and for aiding me and Alvin in investign in a mixer for recording our music. Both of them have had such a profound impact on our lives, it is almost indescribable as to how much we appreciate what they have done for us, all the bits and pieces of advice they have bestowed upon these two simple, music-loving guys from Singapore.

That said, I'm thankful that I have managed to come through all the ups and downs of working with my colleagues, and all that I might have done to have pissed them off, and what they did to have pissed me off.

Uncle Don was always kind, understanding and funny. Jaime was firm, hard-working and stern at times, but essentially honest and down-to-earth. Mai was sweet, harsh at times but very supportive. Yanni was always there to help us out of a tight spot, and to tighten the screws. Ita was also harsh at times, but always very rock-solid and dependable. And Fafa was there to remind us of how we can improve on our own selves.

I've decided to continue with the sporadic gigging, and to focus now on the menu and t-shirt design for the company. I pray that I will do a good job, and I will find a good part-time job in the very near future, because when I told mum about me quitting, she just went ballistic. :S


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Dear Mr Ego III

Hmm.


Dear Mr Ego,

Wow, isn't it great that history is repeating itself again? 10 sketches by the next week or we're fried stiff. I'm tried. I have to work on Vincent's stuff for crying out loud. Do you really need 10 FULLY RENDERED sketches???

More like you want to make yourself look good and try and steal our thunder at the end of the day by shooting us down for lack of effort etc. For the record, I like doing full-coloured renderings by hand, it's just that doing 10 all in one night is frankly a drag. Notwithstanding the high espectations of myself to deliver professional-quality renderings.

Anyway, I'm moving off to work on it in a moment. As quoting Amanda...

RARR


Urgh,

Crawldaddy

Wow II

Hmm.

Incredibly I've received a bit of motivation today. Last week, I had Daniel's mid-crit presentation regarding our home office product thingie (some of my other classmates worked on a different theme) and it was the debut of my Levi's Jacket.

Anyway, the thing about that presentation was that everyone did the best that they could (considering the circumstances what with all the project woes and all), and some people had minor cock-ups regarding their presentation. One classmate even had to go back home to re-retrieve her presentation.

We were given a 10-min time slot to show everyone else what we had done (this was the presentation which involved the infamous five-guy, dancing-behind-daniel's-back performance during XiWai's turn) and I dunno, but everyone else seemed to have over-shot. If not, it might just have been the fact that their presentation had made 10 minutes seem like 30.

Okay bottom line regarding this bit of motivation is that I got top for the mid-crit presentation etc. It wasn't just about the presentation, but more of the areas I covered within the presentation itself, which made mine stand out somewhat. Not that I'm putting my classmates down. I respect them utterly.

No doubt that I managed to clinch top student for Yr2 semester1. No doubt that getting top in studio project means everything. What I want to focus on now, is the fact that I need to raise the ceiling... push the boundaries and keep stretching the envelope. Truth is yesterday evening I completely re-did my studio project 3D model because of a few flaws in my initial design.

My presentation last week felt somewhat shorter than that being done by my other classmates. And that's why I was mildly shocked at my results... which aggregated 83.75%, which came from 67 out of 80 marks allocated to 8 different catagories. I received 3 '9's, and 5 '8's. Whoo hoo.

Coming out of Daniel's class today, I couldn't help but whoop with joy.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

PS: Isn't it weird? Just as I'm feeling so crap emotionally this sort of thing just comes so suddenly and out of the blue. Thank you God.

That's it, I'm done.

Hmm.

I am tired of these directionless emotions
which lead my soul through rough times
the tumbling, chaotic, ever-changing motions
I cannot grasp any of the reason or rhyme

Why bother with these trivial withertoes?
It has only caused me wounds in my heart
People tell me that giving up is only for fools
For me I know it is the end, not a start

Four times the steel has pierced this mantle
t'was far too many times for a soul to repair
I was kind, loving, and above all gentle
all I received were cold words and hard stares

I'm burning up this impossibly foolish menagerie
maybe it'll be for the best I cannot tell right now
I'm breaking away from the torture, becoming free
hence to this senseless tragedy I will never bow


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

It's got Balls! V

Hmm.

I was having some makan with my jam pals at Orchard Centrepoint MacDonalds last night, and I let both Colin and Rully hear my latest song (which is also playing on this blog right now). It's great that both of them think it's alright. After all, it is blues in it's essence.

Alvin said that this song could use some 'Murphy' treatment, as in when we first wrote 'It's All Joon Kiat's Fault', we eventually changed it to 'It's all Murphy's Fault' because the usage of someone's name for a song so explicitly, might just not be such a good idea.

Well frankly I don't mind giving my latest song the 'Murphy' treatment.. question is how to do it? The song essentially says 'I hate my job', so how do I do it ever so subtly? I tend to be very straightforward in such matters, and what does it matter if I'm complainign about my present job? It's the truth, and I didn't sound anybody out in particular. I coudl if I wanted to, but I chose not to, and hence I foresee the modification of lyrics to be limited to aid in the improvement in diction.

Another part of this song in particular is the two guitar solos... the first one is kind of meant to be a 'warm-up' solo, which tells the listener that the person singing the song is feeling particularly disgruntled, and wants to get rid of his blues, his Irish Pub Job Blues.

The second solo comes after the exclamation 'Come and feel it!', which is a call for the listener to feel the dissatisfaction felt by the 'victim', whose feelings are portrayed in the much wilder, slightly sloppy and definitely much faster guitar solo.

This is one song where I truly felt that my emotion came through so clearly, and all that there is to modify might be the bass line, which is currently just following the beat of the song. This should be an improvement on our last 12-bar blues effort 'Messin' With The Blues'. Definitely. Because I got TWO guitar solos (muahahah)


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Rotten Irish Pub Job Blues

Hmm.

I've managed to write a song based on my jaded feelings towards working at the Irish Pub. Loosely based on the 12-bar blues progression of 'The Jack' by AC/DC and 'Red House' by Jimi Hendrix, this song is something that I've longed to work on, and now I've finally refined it (maybe not enough, but I like its rawness) and included my brand new Muddy Waters Telecaster inside.

The song has the elements of 'The Jack' and 'Red House' because it has two guitar solos, is in the key of B, has a very similar introductory vocal arrangement, and frankly I think the second guitar solo is the closest I have done in the style of Angus Young (lead guitarist for AC/DC).

Here are the lyrics:

I have a job downtown, I go there once or twice a week
when I go for my job (yeah), my mamma for me she does weep
I feel misery when I go there, looking at the ceiling so bare
But I ain't got a choice to choose, I got the Irish Pub Job blues

(guitar solo)

Now I ain't getting any younger and this working is such a bore
You know it is a drag to come here and I ain't cleaning ashtrays no more
People said 'boy you got some talent, too bad you're withheld by your parents'
Well I ain';t got nothing to lose, I got teh Irish Pub Job blues

Come and feel it!

(guitar solo)

*whispers* I gotta get outta here X2

I got the Irish Pub, the Irish Pub job blues


It is clearly one of the best 12-bar blues I have done for a while, and I hope you guys like it.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

The Gig was alright

Hmm.

Had my 1st official gig of 2006 just a moment ago.. easily the easiest amount of money made for just 30 minutes of strum work.

I had worked on my Kuou Imac screen model earlier in the day, and it was cool, managed to use a hot-air gun (kinda like a souped-up hairdryer) to bend the acrylic sheet, and also managed to smoothen and prime the screen. All that remains is attaching the acrylic to the screen part. Promises to be a major pain in the butthole.

I was working on some Rhino modelling.. managed to re-do my previosu PDA design into something which looks friendlier, compared to the aggressive look of the first one.

Now there's something abotu me which makes my designs incredibly aggressive and weapon-like. Maybe it's like I'm seen lots of Star Wars sketchbook and they're absolutely inspiring. And what's more is that I find the sith characters all incredibly cool, so I tend to gravitate towards having a darker, more dangerous styling. Hah, at least I can like specialise in doing stuff like that.

Anyways, I went to the hotel, set up and waited for the crowd. I eventually went on and did the set rather smoothly. With the exception of confusion as to where I had placed my capo and G harp, everything went well. The crowd was having makan, so there wasn't much response, and I'm glad I didn't forget my lyrics, although I did confuse some bits here and there lol. All part of the learning curve I guess.

I'm gonna focus on my VI sketches tomorrow, and also Vincent's packaging bullshit. Argh. Let's see how it goes.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Rain

Hmm.

It's been raining almost non-stop since Saturday. A sign of the monsoon season in South East Asia, I suppose. I don't think the roads have been properly dry since Friday evening, and I frankly loving this cool weather because it's much better than having hot, humid, stand-still-yet-sweat-like-mad days which seem such a bother.

I managed to get myself a Levi's denim jacket (hehehe) and it's so cool. Not many people have noticed that it is a real Levi's jacket, and I'm glad because then I'm not like an open target to thieves. Not that I'm suggesting that I'm living amongst thieves, but prudence is better than having the possibility of loss.

Managed to get through the Daniel presentation, which included a five-guy dance in the middle of XiWai's presentation behind Daniel's back. Most recently, XiWai has been doing this sort of weird-arsed dance out of the blue and at any random time just for kicks. Being rather amused by this behaviour, some five guys from my class (including myself) all decided to disturb XiWai by lining up behind Daniel (whilst XiWai was still presenting) and doing the dance upon cue from Roland. Funny.

Today, I managed to gain further insight into the improvements required of my VI PDA design, which was thoroughly sparred through with me and Jeremy Sun discussing various reasons and rationales for features in the design of the product. It's really cool to actually discuss something about design with someone who is willing to do so in the most un-superior method possible.

Yesterday I met Mr Soon after passing the Chocolate Mousse recipe to Amanda (she bolted off for a leak as soon as I had made sure she could read the chef's handwriting), and I let him listen to 'To You', with which he was suitably impressed. Nice.

Tomorrow is model-making day, and then followed by my gig in the evening. I hope everything goes well and I don't screw up or accidentally break a brand new string (omg, these GHS strings are really, really, really bright and springy!!!).


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Another one for the road III

Hmm.

Here's to all my Muslim pals and associates! Selamat Hari Raya Haji, hope you guys have a good rest, while the rest of us slog on in the vain hope of getting good grades this semester.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

the other side view 

Front view with lanyard 'slot' 

the other front corner view 

2nd rear corner view.. with hold button 

rear view  

rear corner view 

side-top view 

top-right 3-quarter view 

I've Had Enough

Hmm.

I'm been working at Molly Malone's for quite a while.. almost one year, and frankly I think it's time I've moved on and got myself a better job, both in terms of pay and environment-wise.

As one of the few guys working over there, in a mainly-female working environment, I've been pushed around, bullied, looked down upon and generally been treated not as an equal, but 'just another part-timer'.

And I'm tired of it.

I've decided that by the end of January, or latest early February I've have got to get out of this shite-hole I've managed to encapsulate myself in. I can't stand being oppressed by this feminist working environment (not that I'm supporting a chauvanist one either... a neutral one is desirable) whereby I have to tahan black looks, sarcastic remarks regarding me knocking off at 11pm as though I simply HAVE to stay beyond 11pm, and getting all of my tips in loose change most of the time. I find receiving $4.80 worth of tips in 10, 20 and 50-cent coins very annoying.

And I'm not the only one. The other guys are similarly being pushed about (with the exception of Hansel, who is gay) and no doubt these people are nice when the time comes, but hang on... isn't that so contradictory? On one hand you treat us nicely (when you want something done) and then you turn around and kick us in the face by treating us like dirt for the rest of the time. It's not fun, and I'm tired of this bullshit. And what do you mean, you were having a bad mood?

Anyhow, on a lighter note, I've got a gig this coming Friday ($$$) not disclosing how much I'll be earning or else I'd be arousing jealousy. But I can safely say that once I get through this gig, it'll be like earning what I would be for working at Molly's 3 nights in a row. And all I need to do is turn up, do a soundcheck, play for 20-30 min and I'm home dry. Ahh.. the pleasures of the gigging musician.

I think I'm a fairly straightforward person: cut the shit and let's get it over and done with. I'd safely admit that my tolerance for bullshit is low, and that's why my sentiments regarding leaving my pub job are justified. Yeah yeah.. you get the nice pub environment, but I'm breathing in 2nd-hand smoke, getting pot-shot at by my female colleagues, earning crap wages (in one month) and generally being tired of seeing the same old black faces everytime I work. I can live without watching soccer while working, I can live without moonlighting live sets on Friday nights. Heck, I can live without free drinks once in a while, but I can't live in this confusion anymore.

Anyway.

Before I went to work yesterday, I managed to create a model of an MP3 player for my ergonomics project. Hopefully it's alright, but the rendering colour of choice in school somehow turned me off, and I re-did the renderings. Hope you enjoy!


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Definitely, Maybe, Not

Hmm.

Well it's been a long day, managed to reward myself with a well-deserved DVD break (watched 'Mr & Mrs Smith') and before that, a very rejuvinating go at my electrics aka my hammers of thunder.

Right.

It's so dumb, and so weird because we have to hand up Vincent's Poster and packaging designs by next wekk, although we have not seen him for no more than a handful of times this semester. Bugger disappears off to nowhere, and then suddenyl throws us off-guard for this module, frankly, only existed on the NYP records, but nowhere else.

I have a funny feeling we're going to have to create out our packaging. Gosh.. NOO! Imagine having to struggle through the present model-making sessions and then have this unexpected thing foisted upon our over-burdened backs. Crikes.

Then again, I should have seen this coming, especially when it had already happened last semester. Argh.. darned Vincent.

Anyway... I'm hoping I can come up with some ideas for my SoHo project for next week... promises to be a serious pain in the butt-hole.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Telecaster scratchplate

Hmm.

Managed to have a 2 minute conversation with Robert last night.. said Happy New Year and then his phone cut off. I tried to call him back, but I guess his phone must have run out of battery. Crikes.

I managed to stencil out my telecaster scratchplate a couple of days back (Sunday, if I'm not mistaken) all ready for me to go and cut it out, paint it and then install it unto my Muddy Waters Telecaster.

One thing which I noticed about myself is that I can't resist the temptation to personalise my musical instruments. Mainly it's because I've been largely influenced by my 60's and 70's idols who painted their own guitars to psychedelic hues and such. Currently, only my MW tele has escaped from the clutches of my idle hands. That's about to change forever.

Since I started with my SG, my theme for my instrument 'graffiti' has been the New Zealand fern leaf, which has this curling like motif.. which I ripped off a bookmark I bought from NZ in 2004 (OMG, I can't believe it was sooo long ago!!! What happened since then???). I thought that the fern motif was very beautiful (Robert, incidentally also made the same remark when I had painted my headphones with the same pattern) and it would be great to apply it unto any instrument.

But to date, I have not been so dastardly daring such that I've painted the body with anythign more than markers. As such, I've only dared to paint the pickguard of my SG and mandolin. Ah well.. hope I can finish off the pickguard by today... promises to be something exciting!!!


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

I got my satisfaction

Hmm.

First off, let me congratulate my team members Noslim and XiWai for having their collective effort in getting us an 8/10 for our ergonomics report.

Now, I don't know if you guys remember this, but I was seriously pissed when our research was ripped off, and then we kena shot by that same group of people when they presented their stuff.

Well too bad you only got a 6.5 out of 10. Read between the lines!!! (holds up fore, middle and ring finger)

Also very excited because I managed to win a bid for a Jackson Humbucker pickup off Ebay.. hehehe.. hope those guys accept cash LOL.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Here we go again...

Hmm.

Ever so once in a while, I do something so out of the blue and unexpected and with such fervour it almost amazes me why I'm not locked up in some asylum somewhere in a padded cell wrapped in a straightjacket.

I recently learned to play 'Vindicated' by Dashboard Confession, and fortunately I managed the acoustic version quite well. Feeling that I had to put this down on record, I laid down the tracks last night and this morning, and now it's on my blog for all to hear.

Now bear in mind I think my singing on this song is rather crap (I'm sure Alvin will agree), but it's also a step for me in the sense that I'm starting to standardise my music production methods and settings as to how I want my music to come across.

So with no further comment, hope you enjoy it.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Happy New Year!

Hmm.

About 15 hours ago, I was strutting my stuff and wielding Gerry's brand new Ovation acoustic guitar, firing out the chorus to 'Highway to Hell', in front of the Molly Malones Irish pub crowd.

Trivia: I was the first person to ever perform at Molly Malones Irish pub in 2006. Nice.

I had ended my shift at 11pm (I'm guessing much to the chagrin of one of my colleagues, but wth with that bitch anyway, because my supervisor allowed me to do so) and I was settling in to watch (and sing along with) Gerry who was having a ball of a time playing guitar and singing as usual.

Then 12 midnight came, and then the spraying or foam and string went into overdrive, and I was covered head to waist in foam and string.. bugger... my spray can went out of string halfway durign the battle (CB). Not even Gerry went unscathed... he was doused with foam by another guy, and his girlfriend mags got a healthy dose of string from me before I went out of ammo.

Surprisingly, the foam and string were plenty easy to remove... thank God.

Big boss Colin McDonald got a healthy does of milk over his head, Supervisor Ita had a brilliant over-dose of foam, and i think the only person who went unscathed was Paul who was jamming with Gerry.

I had a great time playing the set, and I had developed a bit of a sore throat (especially after Highway to Hell), but I still hammered on (here's most of the songs I played within 1 hour):

1. Whiskey in the Jar
2. Take Me Home, Country Roads
3. Wish You Were Here/Breathe/Time/Breathe Reprise (the first one is the fishbowl song, Amanda)
4. Stairway to Heaven
5. Highway to Hell
6. American Pie
7. Hey Jude
8. Norwegian Wood
9. Mrs Robinson
10. Leaving on a Jetplane

All in all it was a spectacular evening/morning and too bad I couldn't get to hook up with Superdel... but I think it was wise to have not interjected with her and her pals, and I had a great time at the pub anyway! Wouldn't have missed it for the world and the fireworks display :p


Cheers,

Crawldaddy