BO-no-BO

SAW HIS SHOW 2 WEEKS AGO. outcome: M hates electronic music after all (hm...c'est la vie), N picked up a guy (hehe!) i merely danced and let the music sink in.
'twas a chilly good night, esp. since the monkey acts quite cool and friendly.

what was that noise?

would i be too horrible if i said i didn't like it?

too uninspiringly violent, too nasty, smoky, fiendishly vibrating, non-entertaining, made me think of people punishing themselves. thanks god i found a couch and another battered soul in the person of c.
the intro part of silent strike was worth the trouble, but not the rest of the techno-mumbo-jumbo amon tobin unfortunately sounded like. it ended abruptly (phiu!) with no after-nothing to the puzzlement of the people from other parts of the country/world gathered to see this.

relief, shared a cab, ditched the rain and fast asleep.

who's got THE CURE?

have a confession. had to abandon my usual whereabouts for a short while due to some doggy business. stumbled upon these dubious characters with flashy neon lighting and emotional guitars. one of them was wearing his hair in a rigid nuclear-mushroom shape, had bright red lipstick and glossy black eyes complimented by lots of make-up. they were singing these tear-jerking songs about pictures and love and trains and spidermen and fridays and summers and halos and heaven...almost unbearable.

i woke up in a strange hostel room unable to move my lips for hi, bye or thanks, with their tunes engraved on the back of my brain/heart and just bailed outa there.

back to my old lumpy self again, but please don't play this music around me again, cuz i might burst out in a frenzy and it's not a pretty sight.

ta-ta!
PS: it was a huge crowd of 7043 people beside myself listening to these freaks for 3h, and they all left the premises with their inflated hearts up in their throats.