This Month's Model.

Feburary 2010.


1. Pin Me Down - Time Crisis
2. Jupiter One - Countdown
3. Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)
4. Metric - Empty
5. Broken Social Scene - 7/4 Shoreline
6. The Soft Pack - Extinction
7. Monster Movie - Sweet Lemonade
8. Blur - Colin Zeal
9. Metronomy - Radio Ladio
10. Cocteau Twins - Shallow Then Halo
11. Boris - My Machine
12. Underworld - Capa's Last Transmission Home
13. The Horrors - Mirror's Image
14. The Courteeners - No You Didn't, No You Don't
15. Novels (Luke Lalonde) - Big Run
16. Liars - I Still Can See An Outside World
17. Vampire Weekend - Cousins
18. Thee Vicars - Mindless Squares
19. Ash - Arcadia
20. Animal Collective - Also Frightened

Now I think about it,
Emma Peel was the hottest thing to come out of Britain,
since Margaret Thatcher.

Synthesizers Are So Last Decade.

I hear today's music, more and more because there's really not a lot of outlets of modern music today, and i hear more electronics, more processed beats, more synthesized machines, and more cliche pop tunes thats just covered in a electronic coat. Eventually, what was once new and refreshing because all too familiar and redundant to the eyes and the ears. I'm become to miss those old guitars and old fashioned guitar riffs and garage sound that ruled this once dirty, trash-ridden, graffti-cursed, yet beautiful music city in all fives. Really, i'm waiting for the next new thing that will wash away this dreaded music, and if that thing is as bad as the one now, then i'll make a new one if I have to. And after that becomes redundant, i'm sure those old synthesizers will make its comeback too. Either that, or the end of the world.

What Ever Happened to the Winnipeg Jets?

I surely wish the Jets make a return with trimuph.
Not only for Winnipeg, but for Canada!

Come Saturday.

LA was over on saturday,
and i flew out though the sunset.

What Ever Happened to Twee + Arts & Crafts?

No, wait.
All of the above have yet to leave the scene yet.
Well, at least in Canada.

Children of History.

everything is different
when everything has change
what can I do now?
when they won't come back to you.
i remembered my friends,
as i sat in the classroom.
they manage to go,
without a stop in the bathroom.

we knew so much,
but they all forgot
we left, in ten years,
yet everything is lost.

fallen for
what we once knew,
we can't make things
come back to reappear.
wristwatches and turntables
won't turn time back for you.
but we shall never forget
what we had to go though.

i once had it all
when my mind was electric.
using the correct use of soap
i guess i didn't expect it.

eyes so achromatic
words so automatic
sounds in quiescent
a smile so radiant
tremors shake the mind
schoolgirls make it right
more dead then alive
no pretty sights

riding through the years
on a train, fast as it goes
making though the roaring sea
on a ship just floating down.
i'd take it back for a day
just for you to know
that its love
that pull the heart to its grave.

Could It Be? It Couldn't Be...

Mindless Banter, session 5.

i wish to waltz on the sea,
as i glance and stride where the waves take me.
i only ponder, and where thoughts go out to yonder.
I feel the clouds missing where rain should be.
nevertheless, the crack and the whip comes only closer
and the skin on the face of everyone becomes so unique,
i only wonder to see them all.
so far the ones i remember become all too familiar,
the ones i can't forget,
as i only wish to see them again.
water is always transparent,
but the soul remains too thick to see.
i only wonder to see them all.
as mine dances away in the bluest of the sea.

What Ever Happened to Death From Above?

They were probably the greatest band ever that should get back together.
Well, second only to the beatles,
only if zombies of John and George's corpse come back,
with a guitar in one hand,
and Paul's head in the other.

The Beach.

The beach is quite pretty.
Even in the winter time.

Talking Out of Hockey Sticks & 3rd Period Hits.

What Ever Happened to Keith Levene + Jah Wobble?

More innovative then Johnny ever was,
where did they ever go?

Off in Disneyland.

Never Again, I'll Smile Like That.

Between the words and the spoken syllable, in the slow strides of air splashing between face to face, is the way we're born to talk, with correct etiquette and the thought filter, to chose the what we want others to hear and we want to keep. I've protested and demonstrated against what this wall truly divides and restricts what is truly what is the true words. In my thoughts, never is a line so strong to deprive me of my actions and my desires, and yet i only feel these words can only be spoken though the written word and never by the mouth. So long, i follow a fate chosen by fellow man, and never pushed by motivation or by heart.


But the truth is,
no such thing as an unwritten life, just a badly written one.

Tomorrow, Be Warned.

That's 2009.

What Ever Happened to the Mooney Suzuki?

They rocked the airwaves with guitar riffs and razor sharp kicks.
I loved how Alive and Amplified LP was filled with sexual innuendos.
that was just plain clever.

California Dreamin'.

I guess i'll be see you there...

Island Culture.

Yes. I am currently inhabit and live on an island, surrounded by waters both calm and violent. But seriously, when the world is a few thousand miles away in every direction, the few outlets of things to do get redundant really, really fast. Thank (whatever's the true deity) the internet was created for the mass-production and deliverance of the word of globalization (but really, globalization is just a big word for making the planet 'a small world after all.' Not always a good thing, thus the usual sarcasm). Because we get to feed off of what's out there and the good stuff we can't get here. At the same token, because there is so much "culture" out in the world, there will be two groups of people: the group that has interests that separates themselves from everyone because of their different interests; and the group that is much too common and mainstream for people too lazy to find something actually worth interesting. I tend to find myself trapped in the first category, as finding peers in the same stuff is really difficult, even on facebook or whatever else. Not to mention, i hate dealing with people so infatuated in copying other people's interest and trying to outdo them, as if they were to be seen as such badass, but instead found so kitsch. Hey, remember this just opinion, not fact. I believe in the socialism ideal, thus we're all equal here, and this opinion is no greater then yours, and yeah yeah yeah.

But (whatever's the true deity) damn, i gotta get out of this place.

Dearest Mother...

Sometimes, dearest mother would bestow a present to me,
Usually, its rather unusual and obviously toward her liking then mine,
but its the thought that counts. right?

What Ever Happened to Myspace Interviews?

Back when MySpace was the all the hype and all that, one thing that everyone were doing, which kinda annoyed the piss out of me, was the MySpace bulletins with people posting crap like chain letters explain the deaths of children or something in stars or something out of the ordinary bound to happen. The interview were less annoying, but still quite annoying on a certain level. Somewhere out of the blue, i guess, a person asked themselves a list of odd, random, or rather personal questions that secretly you wanted everyone to know. I have to admit to doing some, but only on the other excuse people do them, which is boredom. It was a long list of questions where you don't have to anwser truthfully, but people tend to do anyway, and in most cases leave it open-ended or vaguelly anwser it to the point where it will interest reader and cause a conversation between them and the person who wrote it. In the old ways it was an interesting way to stir conversation or a desperate cry of attention whores seeking their prize, leaving nothing behind.

those were some good days, weren't they?

In Great Yearning of Jane Gallagher.

here's to the unequal sensations
of red vines and cheap cigarettes
light forests the battles those shadows
the single shades returns only to reset

I'm picking the petals out from every rose
i smile because I think i have a chance
just so that she knows
I look up and take a single glance

hearts were never ment to waste
hearsts were never ment to race
i wish everything i wish came true
i wish i could be as special as you

i remembered sleeping though the winter
dreaming love's like Dorian Gray
always as pure as snow
december is such a while away

the shadows always shifts from the window blinds
although i always wish it came from you
so hard live another night
with only the memories of you

I never ment to do you harm
i never wanted you to be this way
i wish all my doubts never came true
i wish i could be special too

still, i'd hold on to all those snowflakes
frozen from the tears from your face
so many girls who all looked the same
but out from valiant colour was always Jane
i'd stare to see if the road is aligned with my feet
gravity keeps me up in line with your heartbeat
this town evolved to some place i don't belong
things only change when you're gone.

What Ever Happened to Ewan Mcgregor?

I'll always love Trainspotting.
But seriously, what's is he doing now days?

My Pantophobia.

she takes up the sparkles in a snowglobe
but that's just her type to pray upon
i'm hit with a sudden betral
I sink beneath the Tokyo neon
coconut-powered whipped cream
the TV's on the blink
and the bats i befriend become kind
fear becomes relief.

So it's all early nights, then?
she smiles. "I didn't say that."
A dog! A panic! In a pagoda!
God damn, Aibohphobia

Living up in a factory night
I'm always afraid of losing to temptation
and my insides looking for a guide
i forgot what was the correct sensation
she invades my head
I say all the words she wants me to say
my doublethink is out of sync
i won't forget to listen to newspeak

let me know for i can't sleep without it
one could guess, but why complain?
Red rum, sir, is murder.
God damn, Aibohphobia

you could hear Talbot and his coo
with his footsteps pound always so loud
my love was pretty electric
but now it rests with a mushroom cloud

your bodycount only polishes your facade
i can't act brave because the rules are always changing
the bodies were found but were never saved
and there's always an atomic ending.

What Ever Happened to Dawei?

I miss Dave.
He's Pro at Cooking, man.

Malthusian.

i hate the way i look the way you feel
the constant internal stuggle surfaces cold
come on, i thought you were that honest
never did so many people needed to know.

machine loops the same haunting tune
memories depart in hopes for better times
blightly in belief i followed though smoke,
shattered in gray, i was hanged by your twine

soft sighes and empty apologies all the time
giving in to giving up to your intrusions
imaged sounds passed though words
i became awared of your created illusions

i opened my eyes to surrender into strife
the touch of metal to lock me away
but only the rightous could crawl
sirens shriek to those who lost their way

so sweet the feeling felt only the first time
but never is anyone really that polite
felt by a bear trap of scarlet lips
the screams of release will follow by a bite

the cold sneaks its way into the cracks
the silent felt the nail as it hit them on the way out
only rats and dust crawl into the skull
but the voices echo and reverb so loud

before i was aware of outlines drawn around me
seals my beliefs with such a hollow kiss
before i knew what was the alibi
you're the reason why i'd always felt like this

departure encripts the last chosen song
sonic shouts to make the nobles aware
but, oh! how great the torture became
and everything i dreamt was never there

i leap to follow the ooze on knives
never will the salt or glass come in black
form to sympathize those who bleed
finding your blood on your back

air in the spotlight shows where the heart is
these palms always need a warm retraction
the flicker is the greatest gift captured
position gives the words compassion

the water's stays the same in winter
but the fishes grow bitter to the change
these walls filled in inches of snow and sleet
only the ice and the roots remained

the pathway is covered in blocks of stone
piece by piece, the castle surrendered to decay
i felt the way you grew into a different skin
retreat is only a treat if i could run away

What Ever Happened to Leon Trotsky?

Seriously,

Why let good principles be wasted on the hounds of Stalin?

This Year's Model.

I don't really care which albums came out in 2009,

so i'll just say all the new albums i was listening the most this year.
If you have the time, of course,
go take a listen to these few albums.

the Danks - Are You Afraid of the Danks?

Weezer - Pinkerton

the Pixies - Doolittle

the Hotels - Where Hearts Go Broke

Deerhunter - Microcastle + Weird Era cont.

Friendly Fires - Friendly Fires

Late of the Pier - Fantasy Black Channel

Happy Mondays - Pills n' Thrills and Bellyaches

the xx - XX

Pet Lions - Soft Right

the Horrors - Primary Colours

Cut Off Your Hands - You And I

the Bravery - Stir the Blood

Lissy Trullie - Self-Taught Learner

Marion - This World and Body