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Wednesday, 21 January 2009

The Heartbreak Kid


Remember what i said about hindsight? and that it determines your life? well unfortunately it caused me to repeat a pattern in my life that has become all to familiar. in turn, it has spoiled something that should have been good. past mistakes have now brought this cloud of doubt and depression over my head once again and i have no one else to blame but unfortunately myself. well, i can think of some other people who have contributed to my "so called life" but that would be merely spreading the butter of discontent on the toasted bread of my denial. It takes a real man to admit his mistakes, i mean, what would Robert Mitchum do in my situation? probably drive off a cliff with 100 proof in his trunk. sometimes i wish there was a "Mans book to resolving any conflict or situation" hmm, i think i hear a light bulb turn on somewhere in the cavern of my mind. well at this point, maybe along with that bulb coming on i might get an epiphany that will miraculously give me the superpower to resist hindsight or use it to tremendous effect...ps.if i got to choose i would either be Hiro Nakamura or that dude that creates black holes..depending on my mood. do you know what the anti emo is? the cheerleader, she can pine and slash her wrists and heal. (this does not mean i advocate that kind of behaviour, just the hair and the music, but only just).

"I tried so hard to follow, but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong, said "I don't know what I can save you from." -Erlend Oye

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Babe..In the Words of the Zep..Saiyonara


Isnt it amazing how hindsight is such a powerful yet sobering thought mechanism? you look back and realise, damn, if i only i knew then what i know now...it can get painful sometimes. Most of the time after achieving said hindsight however, it is always possible to make the same mistake again and then kick yourself twice as hard. 'Fool me once, shame on you , fool me twice and its time you start running whilst i cock my shotgun'. But like i said, hindsight is powerful, it can enforce and make you base every other future decision in regards to your life either subconciously or quite explicitly. maybe hindsight is the basis of wisdom itself, probably why the smartest people are those who have suffered the most...maybe.

It depends how you live your life, either you learn from your mistakes and limit your productivity or possibly gamble on the same chance and risk losing again or gaining more. somehow im thinking of a poker context in regards to that last statement but it can relate to alot of things, poker, relationships either with friends, family or your other half, choice of consumption in terms of buying things or even simply which side to get up on your bed. Im lucky with that last one, mines against the wall so i eliminate the agony of choice from the moment i stir and get up, leaving the rest of lifes obstacles to hinder or advance me. However you look at it, hindsight could be your best friend or your enemy, its always there either guiding you or restraining you along lifes little journeys. if it is and your frustrated with feeling trapped, take that risk, if your the other way inclined however, maybe tell your other half he/she might want to be careful the next time they get up.

"How could you be so heartless? How could you be so Dr Evil? your bringing out a side of me that I dont know.." - Kanye West

Monday, 19 January 2009

The Comeback Kid


Well its like dusting off an old photoframe with a goofy picture of yourself taking a look at my blog since the last time i was in virtuality. Geez whats happened since ive last been here? the leader of free world is an African American, Woolworths has disappeared and its now 2009 meaning that we are that bit closer to running out of fuel on the planet thus creating the possibility of using your beloved car as a glorified compost heap.

Cynical? abit, maybe I should lighten up, right, I actually forgot about this blog completely but now im going to use it as my rambling den. I remember when i use to take this blogging stuff seriously and that it mattered who read it but really,who does?Ill instead try to make it at least, an interesting pitstop in this universal webtacular highway. a haven for passers by who get lost in their mundane lives for abit and decide to fuel up (no pun intended) and rest their minds from the worries and static of this world with the amusement or beigeness of my writing. when i write, i get ideas and formulate long winding thoughts that meander between creativity and absurdity that might eventually lead to action or inaction. Maybe if someone read abit about my virtual exploits they might get inspiration, comfort or even some form of familiarity with these words.I mean in this day and age, where else can you get insights into another persons mind for free and secretly judge them without having that power that Mel Gibson had in "What Women Want"? (if i had that power my life i feel would not have made me cynical...i think). The phrase comeback kid has been used to describe Bill Clinton, in the sense of this block of words, its a return to a virtual alter ego that allows form and fluidity without the restraints of our bio degradable forms. Lets Ride..


"Reach Out and Touch Faith..Your Own, Personal Jesus" - Dave Gahan

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

The Highway Gigger

Music is my life and passion, I beleive that everybody has a song in their head as they go about their lives, its an internal soundtrack that either motivates you or adds extra melancholy to your depression. Who hasnt listened to sad love songs after a breakup? Even hardcore death metal lovers will attune to Dido or Boyz II Men when the time called for it..in their head. Its the soul and the passion in music as a form of expression that gets me. again, how many people make a mixtape for that special someone hoping to spark the right chord(Pun-O-matic)and pull their heart strings? Emotion in music is everywhere as a certain song will jog distant memories and for us living in seasonal climates, music can add a loose form of pathetic fallacy to the weather or feelings. I am a huge fan of live music and unplugged sessions, the rawness of a live intimate set always strikes me as the best way to listen to music,no dubbing, no effects or lip syncing, just the artist expressing his thoughts through song.

With that i headed down to the Half Moon in Putney to not only catch a live set but get a chance to see my old friend Ben Wheatley play an acoustic set. Coming in at a reasonable £2.50 i caught Redvers Bailey, the man behind the Monday Night sessions and he immediately struck me as a budding Art Garfunkel with his smooth imagery in his lyrics of 'Roses Garden' and soft sentiment written in his tracks. Amazingly the next artist struck me as a hint of Neil Young more so through stance and mannerisms coupled with his anthemic folk musings. On the back of two great starters a blues players Richard Kitson caught my attention as he muscled his way through his delta blues like musings with great accuracy and vigour. Hailing from the North it must have been quite a trek but the audience appreciated his work. Next up was Ben Wheatley who started off with 'Undiscovered Lovers' moving onto 'Paper Aeroplanes' and finished with 'Blow your cover' struck me as the reports i had read before as a mix between The Police and Maroon 5 with his soulful lyrics. The night was headlined by Elsa Chapman, not only did she bring a different instrument(a piano) but she has provided vocals for Youassnou D'iors '7 Seconds' which was not surprising as she blew the audience through her confident stage prescence coupled with an amazing R&B voice. After checking out all these acts on myspace, the chance to see them live allowed deeper meaning into their work as they have all worked hard and slaved countless hours crafting and perfecting their songs. all in all, the night was a great gig as all artists showed that there is talent out there, it may not be heard on commercial radio stations but listen closer to the sound of the underground, you never know what you might be missing out on.

Friday, 1 August 2008

Feet Do The Talking


Athletes competing at this summer's Olympics are fighting for a trip to the medal stand. For Nike and Adidas, the Beijing games are a brawl for 21st century dominance of the sneaker world.

While every Olympics is a dogfight for the longtime rivals, this year's games are a bigger deal. Beijing's the doorway into a vast new market. There are 2.6 billion feet in China, most of them without sneakers. Both companies expect the country to be its second-largest market, after the U.S., within a few years. "It's the ultimate land grab," says Swangard. "There's been no other Olympic year in this kind of growing market."

For Adidas, it's especially important. After an ill-fated 2005 deal for Reebok failed to juice Adidas' results, the three stripes finds itself increasingly marginalized by the swoosh. Adidas sees this summer's Beijing Olympics as a way to make up ground.

Adidas paid approximately $100 million in cash and merchandise donations for the partnership rights, according to various reports. The company will supply apparel to athletes, staff volunteers and technical officials, plus sponsor interactive Internet gaming featuring several Chinese athletes, to place its brand in front of the crowd. Nike's gone another way, focusing, as usual, on sponsoring specific athletes. "Nike has never had to be an 'official sponsor' to make inroads," says Paul Swangard, managing director of the Warsaw Sports Marketing Center at the University of Oregon.

Despite the relative strength of Germany-based Adidas in Europe and weakness in Nike's flagship U.S. market, Nike has expanded its global lead over its rival over the past three years. Nike's 36% worldwide market share dwarfs the 21.8% share for Adidas, according to Sporting Goods Intelligence. Adidas has been consistently dragged down by the once-mighty Reebok brand, which contributes about 6% to its parent's total.

Yes, the deal brought some volume savings by letting Reebok piggyback on Adidas' production infrastructure. The company has also successfully pruned its distribution network, getting out of discount stores that slashed the brand's image along with its prices. But, notes industry expert Barbara Smit, author of The Sneaker Wars, there's still the matter of re-launching the brand and growing sales. "So far, we haven't seen any results," she says.



By the time the games begin in August, Adidas plans to have 4,000 exclusive stores in the country, including a 10,000-square-foot palace in Beijing. Nike has close to that number of stores as well, in a country where a dearth of general sportswear chains like Foot Locker make building your own outlets necessary.

The problem for Adidas is that,while it's staked out its turf as an official sportswear partner, Nike has more top athletes. They include Swiss tennis ace Roger Federer and Australian track star Craig Mottram, along with old standby basketball legends Kobe Bryant and LeBron James.

The fact that Nike's athlete's aren't guaranteed to win at the games means there's risk in going the performance route but also bigger payoff if they do. And to make local inroads, the company has signed up 22 of China's 28 sports federations to outfit most of its athletes. That means even Yao Ming, the Chinese marketing sensation who plays for the NBA's Houston Rockets, will be outfitted in a Nike basketball uniform despite a personal deal with Adidas' Reebok unit.

The deal is just one of 40 that Nike signed with various national federations, including the U.S, Germany and Russia, ensuring that team members will be decked out in Nike gear during play regardless of where they have their individual endorsements.

So for many of 3,000 athletes in the Adidas stable who will compete in Beijing [about a third of the total], donning the three stripes will be limited to the medal stand. During play, they'll be in Nike gear. Major Adidas endorsers include U.S. basketball star Dwight Howard and Chinese soccer star Ma Xiaoxu.

On the plus side for Adidas, the company's status as an official Olympic partner shouldn't subject it to too much risk from the volatile political climate that has protesters shouting down China's human rights record, Swangard thinks. Because Adidas' primary objective is building business in China, it can actually benefit from being seen by the locals as supportive of the country.

But while referees and staff will be running around Beijing in their Adidas, the bulk of the athletes getting attention will be competing in their Nike gear--and getting most of the air time, both live during the games and in all the follow-up photos and video to be viewed for years to come.

As Smit puts it: "A high jumper will have a Nike shirt on while jumping, then an Adidas shirt when receiving a medal on the stand. Which would you rather have?"


Tuesday, 8 July 2008

A Boy Named Goo

I recently crossed off one of my lifetime ambitions, I got to see the Goo Goo Dolls play a set at the O2 wireless festival on Sunday and they rocked or as Tukac put it 'Played great rock you can dance to'. As I grew up in Singapore and Malaysia, the influence on my music tastes were not that diverse considering that whatever talent or inspiration you were given was whatever their radio stations fed you. Having said that, i stumbled across the Goo around 1995 when 'Name' was receiving enough airplay and hype in the States to warrant the local pop radio station to play it late at night along with 'Peaches' by the Presidents of the USA and 'Hey man,nice shot' by Filter. It started a non specified legion of music fans with a liking for the genre 'Alternative Music' which had many levels but broken down simply to music that was alternative for the current style of the generation. On hearing 'Name' i was hooked, the opening acoustic arpeggiated intro created an image of lonely optimism that transcends the whole song all the way to the crescendo mini solo where Johnny Rzeniks guitar skills are subtly shown. Since then I have avidly followed their music as 'Dizzy up the girl', 'Gutterflower' and 'Let Love In' have never disappointed but always deepened my liking of the band and what they stand for. I have always had an affinity for college radio music, being that you identify it as a time when everything is possible and life can be anything you want it to be,Plus it stands for a time when jobs,mortgages,rent and other 'adult' problems are so distant.
The Goos create great radio music and epitomise alternative rock in the late 90s as'Iris'(the one song everybody knows) dominated the airwaves along with 'Slide' and 'Black Balloon'. On Sunday they rocked the stage with the above hits among others such as 'Broadway' 'Stay with you' and 'Let Love in'. The crowd braving the impending thunderstorm sang in delight to all the hits as Johnny and Robbie reeled of their best stuff and even showcased a new song which smacks of 'Better Days' so should be a hit with Goo fans. All in all, it was a great day out, the counting crows were on the bill as well but after seeing the Goos I was shattered as the set ended with the Grey sky looming ever ominous and Johnny taking a break for the last verse of 'Iris' for the crowd to sing in unison which led to a crescendo of lights and music and Johnny running over to thank the fans. The Goos sing about love, loss and hope though as always, music is interpreted by the individual but in years to come I hope that The Goo Goo Dolls can be recognised as more than just a college radio band or as a replacement for 'The Replacements' as they are so much more than that, they are a great rock band. Johnny's lyrics aswell as his voice sound out a greater meaning for the band, but it doesn't really matter what happens as they have influenced my musical life for the better and the chance to see them live is indescribable. Rock On.

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

A Day In The Life - Part 2 -

Waking up on Monday morning I broke into a smile, my bet placed on the Spanish winning the Euros will richly reward me for my tactical nous and belief in putting my money where my mouth was. Entering the bookies is a strange experience, outside in the summer the sun radiates brightly and touches everything across this vast land, walking into this room of seasoned gamblers only the light beaming out of the many televisions hooked up on every wall mumble Horse results and the latest tips on Wimbledon. In the middle of the room there is a bunker-like structure which houses the tellers of fortune who listen to the hope of every man in this place and place their faith accordingly. I half expect them to turn to ash when I hand over my betting slip with the words 'Spain to win' scribbled across it. That did not happen as the teller unduly checked the date and reached into the cashier for some notes to give back to me. Riding on the crest wave of my flutters, Im pondering the next move for my millions. Should I invest it in a High yielding bond? Change the scope of third world nations for the better? abolish child poverty with a pro active communist verve where instead of the people suffering together for the good of the nation to instead bask in their new found wealth and just enjoy themselves for the riches I have passed to them? all these dreams seem possible when you have amassed new wealth.
Alas of course realistically I should be thinking about paying back my loans or saving the money for a rainy day. Looking across at the newspaper on my desk I see that Andy Murray is ready to give England new hope after his amazing comeback against Gasquet. I think to myself that Ill use whatever stake I had at the beginning to spread my bets with Wimbledon. There is something about adding to what you have. Who knows,come 4pm today, maybe I might be a step closer to that last dream.