At last, my kittens, the time has arrived where the fabulous foursome is forever (decomposing doesn't happen in superficial places like Hong Kong) immortalized on the wall of Balalaika. We've been polaroided. Also, we are right in the middle, replacing the random chick who was there before in her none-polaroid frame.
This was all yesterday - which was spent delightfully.
It started off (by the day starting off, of course I mean from about 2 pm onwards) with Glinda & I both receiving awards for different things. It was one of the swell (and possibly swell-ing) pretentiously wonderful events that entailed piano music and people in suits singing each others praises. Whoop.
Glinda won her award for her superb Spanish, and she did look just gosh-darn golly-wobble great. What the dick is a golly-wobble? Can I get a wtf from any random member of the audience?
I performed in a show the other night which is the most cheesy event every year. As one of the conductors said, 'there's naught wrong with cheese.' I sang 'I Kissed A Girl' (very much against my will) and I did a very appalling job of it.
Most people who are completely awful don't know it, luckily I am both aware and unapologetic - seeing as I auditioned with Giolio Caccini's 'Amarilli Mia Bella'. I can't sing pop for peanuts, and just about everyone in the concert hall is highly aware of that. But hey, at least this means that I get to hide in a niche of classical music now, growling at anyone who walks by (a bit like gollum-sp.).
I watched a video for an old amigo of mine, a music video. 'Blind Generation'. I watched it because I've been approached by a number (a big number...) of people who have seen it and know I know him. Most of these people have urine dripping down there legs due to having 'pissed themselves laughing' - and mocking comments escaping their every orifice.
I can't blame them for an opinion.
I myself did not think much of the video at all, primarily because of the music and not of the dancing around in untidy hoodie and apron. The acoustic version is much better than this plugged-up electric track. It makes it sound like any other rock song floating around on the ethernet. However I know that some of the music was not his choice. I commented 'Eh' on the video as 'Meh' would have been a little bit too mean. So I removed the M.
They should have changed the entry with the buskers, because that can easily be mistaken for the music - and when someone doesn't change every four bars with a beat of 120 bpm it wont sell.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTHjgtpDTfE
Went to a party last night at Club Living. But then I ditched the place.
I'd right something more humorous about the fact that we were donning electric rabbit ears but my head is complaining too much right now.
Friday, 20 March 2009
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