The Sunday shall never be wasted. I got up late enough to make any teenager proud of the feat. I didn’t need to go to the wards. It was overcast and with sprinkles in between just to let Mumbai feel that it’s not out of the monsoon’s fury. I wanted to do something different. I thought I’ll complete that song. But I felt lazy in the afternoon. Therefore, I decided to watch a movie. I ended up watching almost three.
I had this brilliant pirated DVD with the five parts of Alien and Two Starship Troopers movies. I didn’t hope for too much. But hope is always something which ends up making itself worthless. Oh wow, I didn’t mean to put the whole Oprah Winfrey fiasco down so badly!
So, I watched the entire part 1 and 2 without missing a single dialogue on my headphones. I loved them both. Seriously scary and concept-raising experience. The negative point of the movie is the negative portrayal of the alien and the apparent lack of motive for its actions. But still a great watch. I actually was very glad to find the reviews of the movies on RottenTomatoes.com standing by my judgement.
The third part was kinda lame but there were a lot of British Men to look at and listen to. So it’s fine as well.
All in all Alien (Part 1) – 4*; Aliens (Part 2) – 4*, and Alien 3 – 3*.
Apart from that I tried a lot to progress in writing that song which I’m writing. I was really stuck at melody. But by late night, I was having a lot of ideas without connecting pieces. I’ve recorded it all. But I don’t know when I’ll complete it.
It’s called my new song. I wrote it after I got inspired totally listening our jam sessions. Man, we really sounded tight. Especially me and e-boi. VN was singing amazngly well for a first practice session.
About the actual song, I don’t know what made me write this. Or rather, I don’t want to know why I wrote this. Here it is.
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I was walking down the street in search of what I wasn’t sure of I looked around and saw a huge swarm of people all around me Of every possible colour, age, race and religion but Almost everyone seemed to be frozen a state of emotion
If I were able to freeze the time and take a look at Why, oh why, do we get so carelessly stuck To our own end, priding our own self and fly high and lonely on our own hot-air-head-baloon
It must be so cold there Don’t you feel alone there
I know it’s not easy But its worth a try Try coming back here Believe me, it’s worth a try
It might make you feel like you are precious But hey, its a pretense, its almost deception You are so high that it is so hard to see The bottomless pit that you are staring right at
Like this cold and cloudy autum morning We’re all clothed in different shades of gray and false-glory Let yourself free like drops of rain and let the Warmth of the sunshine find its way back to the open
It must be so cold there Don’t you feel alone there
I know it’s not easy But its worth a try Try coming back here Believe me, it’s worth a try
Initial reviews suggested a good song. I have a riff to it as well. Lets see how things go.
Wow, Wednesdays are looking better as each week goes by. Despite me being groggy and stuff, we end up practicing like crazy and today’s session was a great one. I have a recording and I’m yet to listen to it. Oh wow, I’m inspired. Finally my musical career is showing signs of going forward!
It’s been over a months since I went to Xander’s for a jam. Now if you are wondering why I’m even contemplating that, even I’m not sure. The one thing that seems certain is that Shade is not going to work out practicable. Xander is obviously a ‘differently abled’ singer/songwriter predisposed to episodes of extreme drunkenness. The relationships between Xander and me & Xander and E-boi will keep on fluctuating like the the climate of London.
So that’s the reason why me and E-boi have shamelessly, in super-stealth mode almost, started a new band with Vicky without even informing our previous jam/band buddies. Some might feel that this is creepy. It is even creepier to realize that the person typing this belongs to one amongst the ‘some’.
So, when Xander or Parry calls, I pretend to act as if nothing has changed. Maybe they will get to understand that something is going over at the other end. Now the official excuse is that my bass amplifier is blown. Even if it were to be operational, we would still be ‘recording’ ‘Severity’ at E-boi’s place.
You might get the gist of all this. I’m unhappy with this feigning. Why can’t we, like in comics, go right up to each other and explain that we don’t exactly gel in jamming and musical ideas. Oh yeah, I know why we can’t. Because life isn’t like a comic book. Forget like. There’s not even one mutant detected. Forget Spiderman, Fantastic Four etc. Sorry for going overboard on my Marvel addiction!
Even today I had a talk with Parry. About 20 minutes of generic talk on how things are going on in the world, what I’m shopping, why Parry is feeling like his muscles are getting atrophied and stuff. But we didn’t ask each other if either of felt not jamming was okay. Oh! Men and our clandestine ways!
And the news is that Parry is finally moving over with Xander! Whoa!
E-boi might still rant about how ‘Pop’ish this song/video is. But still, I love it. I still claim that I think Dashboard Confessional and Chris Carabba are the American version of The Stereophonics and Kelly Jones. Maybe it’s a little understatment in overrating. Whatever! Check these awesome videos out!
Also, I’ve been thinking that if I could somehow time-encapuslate blogposts with music, that would make a lot of sense. I mean, my life is 33% music, 33% emotions and 33% actual life. So if I capture the 66.67% in this little blog, I could recollect it pretty well in the future. Any way that we can do it?
Today, me and my roomie, whom I would refer to as ‘Vishy’ went for a dinner at our local bar/restaurant. It was a nice meal actually meaning the food was good. We talked a lot about music, my life, the I Pod that he’s about the bring, emigrating to the US and stuff.
In between, the topic of marriages, arranging them and her fiance came up. Then he opened up saying that there are christian nursing students in the hospital who are interested in me. In fact, he promised me to take me on a double-date with this particular lady who has a crush on me to a disco and stuff.
Oh, how urged did I feel to come out of the closet to him. Then I thought, as Dr. T always tells me, you don’t need to Kris.
For a long long time, I’ve been keeping chorese for tomorrow. That tomorrow finally came. On a wet, wet Sunday, when the skies opened up and shut up with the regularity of bulletins on Headlines Today channel, I walked all the way up to Dadar market and bought the following.
A study lamp
A sexy table lamp with shade
3 Curtains and all the stuff needed to hang curtains.
A table fan
Marvel Comics – 5 of them
Navi Mumbai – Road Guide
Hot Wheels – Ferrari car model with suspension
Toileteries
Along with that I had wonderful afternoon meal with Fish Fry at Madeena.
In the evening, e-boi came down before part 2 of our shopping to jam a little bit of Snow Patrol and Dashboard Confessional over amazing Beef Burgers from the Mama Mia.
The jam session at Vicky’s featured a touted guitarist from their office. But why does everything bad in my life feel like a Fantastic Four movie? The guitarist was so hyped that we expected far too much. The actual situation was that he wasn’t even able to play basic chords and keep in time. He provided with a lot of irritating distraction for jamming. Otherwise, the jam session was good.
Especially after I learned the bass for When I come around and Speed of Sound properly. I now have confirmed that I believe in this band and it’s future more than that of Shade.
With the Red Swastik, Fool ‘N Final, Pirates – 3 and FF – 2, E-boi was suspecting that our splendid series of watching only good movies was fast fading away. We were so disappointed with watching that stupid Fantastic Four movie that we felt like getting rid of the curse immediately.
Although anything would appear better than Fantastic Four-Rise of the Silver Surfer in terms of quality in movies, Breaking and Entering provided us with more than just a good movie. It was a small capsule of the daily emotional strife of metro life without no aftertaste which drove away all the acidity caused by the aforementioned comic sequel.
Jude Law was hot. So was his friend. The screen play was catchy. E-boi liked the female counterparts. What I loved in the movie most was the they portrayed basic instincts of a teenager, a mother and a bored middle-aged man perfetly well.
Marvel Comics! I have crazily posted about how cool the Marvel Comics are and how exciting it is for me to watch a Marvel Comic movie. Therefore, today morning, when I got up, there was a shine on my face.
No, I was not smiling in front of a mirror after chewing a HappyDent White chewing gum (referring to the wonderful ad that’s on the TV these days).
Just that I was so excited to realize that F4:RotSS was being released today. And as usual, I picked up my morning Times and went through the listings. I rang up E-boi once I finished. He wasn’t free early evening. Therefore, I decided to go for a 7.45 show at the Sterling Cineplex. I called Sandy as well as it had been a long time since we met. She agreed as well.
My routines were over early evening. I had to visit the Musician’s Mall to pay one of the installments of my bass guitar. I drove all the way on a fantastic Mumbai evening with all shades of colour in the sky. I really felt like taking photographs. But I didn’t.
At the Mall, I checked out an amazing Variax Acoustic guitar from Line6. It can play custom tones of 14 different guitars with customizable presets. Add to that, the ability to tune to any possible tuning. I was very surprised when the guitar player at the shop gave me an invite for the bassy in his band. Apparently their bassy had quit and they wanted someone like me. The only problem with me being that I won’t be able to tour all over India in the coming months as they had a tour in view.
Then came the Ultimate disappointment. The movie. I still remember that I was so hopeful of what I was about to watch as I kicked myself for missing a turn on the way to the movie hall from the Mall which eventually delayed my arrival by 10 minutes. Alas!
This post was actually meant to be a satirical one. But then I ran into this Rolling Stone video movie review which just beat me at the satire part. Hence, I’m just going to put up a link to it. Watch it and you’ll understand why the line ‘Remember, you have a choice.’ makes so much sense.
And for the people who can’t watch the video, here’s the text review.
Rise of the Silver Surfer is the perfect summer movie, that is if you’re eight years old or under. For the rest of us, the sequel to the first Fantastic Four that miraculously amassed more than $150 million in 2005, is a plotless, brainless, witless bore. It’s not egregiously awful like the first film. Just plain awful in that formula way that kills your spirit and all hope for summer movies.
This time the Fan Four — if you need their origin stories just Google them for pity’s sake — are out to stop the evil Galactus from destroying the Earth. Jeez, aren’t they always? The Silver Surfer is the new wrinkle — he’s sent by Galactus to give Earth a head’s up. Go figure. There are two sleek, shiny special effects: Jessica Alba falling off a building naked (OK, you don’t see much, the flick is rated PG) and the Silver Surfer himself — the computers designed him as the coolest surfing trophy ever. The rest goes quickly to rust. With all due apologies to the Marvel Comic that started in the 1960s, the Four hardly cut it as Fantastic onscreen.
Let me ask you: what is there about these F4 flicks that turns good actors into rank amateurs. Take Ioan Gruffudd, the Welsh newcomer who was so impressive this year in Amazing Grace. He’s stiff as the Surfer’s board in the role of Reed Richards — Mr. Fantastic to you — the workaholic brainiac who can stretch anything except his talent. Even on his wedding day to Sue Storm (that’s Alba) — The Invisible Woman to you — he’s more into designing the Fantasticar. Talk about your eight-year-old mentality. Alba, who has one playful scene in which she makes a zit on her forehead invisible, has more chemistry with Chris Evans as The Human Torch, which is a little creepy since Evans (named the third hottest body of the year on Gay.com) plays Sue’s brother Johnny Storm. That leaves Michael Chiklis — Emmy winner for The Shield — to play a brick wall named Ben Grimm. Everyone calls him The Thing. I call it stupid to bury an actor with Chiklis’s chops in brick latex. Kerry Washington is back as the blind sculptress who has a thing for The Thing. And so is Nip/Tuck’s Julian McMahon as the dastardly Doctor Doom.
But it’s hard to imagine you or anyone out of grade school giving a damn about the lame shenanigans director Tim Story keeps throwing at the screen in the hope that something will stick. In truth, one line from the Surfer (voiced by Laurence Fishburne, no less) has stayed with me. “Remember you have a choice,” his silver tongue intones. If you get the choice to see Rise of the Silver Surfer, by all means choose to stay home.
A single star? Or does it need one even? How about just one Sun? 😉
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