Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.


On identity
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.

On Christianity
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.

On dreams
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.


On melancholy
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.

On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.

On language
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.

On politics
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?

On society
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.

On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.

On philosophy
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?

On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The last time an album came along and did this to me, it was Arcade Fire's Neon Bible.

Listening to this album over and over again gives me the kind of buzz like i'm listening to something special. It's like the first time anyone ever heard Definitely maybe or the early Arctic Monkeys demos. Or in my case, like hearing The Raveonettes' Whip it on! ep. There's something sinister about a record that you just don't know how to stop playing.

Describing music is never adequate, but the melodies on this record are reminiscent of doo-wop ballads from the early 60s. The guitars are fuzzy, perhaps shoegazy. The lyrics are desperate, direct but poignant. Lead singer James Allan rips through every note with his Glaswegian accent. The themes are regretful but the sound is triumphant.

I'll leave you with one of the compelling reasons why this album is conquering my heart right now. Right mouse + save target/link to download the song below.

Glasvegas - It's my own cheating heart that makes me cry


Genusfrog [ 4:28 pm ]


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