crash and burn

sometimes you do wish that things would go your way, always. but it does not, then you crash and burn. like those air crash documentary they feature on television. 

sunday night boredom

 

 

 

i mean, morcheeba sings about moog island. where is this moog island?

 

just some random atrocities that are filling my mind right now. as the title suggests, sunday night cannot be more boring. i have morcheeba as the soundtrack in the background to a very boring sunday. you guys remember morcheeba right?

 

anyways, there is something to be said of the word laconic. and the fact that i cannot seem to write coherently or that my train of thought just keeps escaping on me. right laconic. dictionary. com states the definition as, expressing much with few words. and this can be said of the music of some artists. or the look of some artists.

 

one example would be of early morcheeba. before they went all the antidote on us. and it was when they had skye as their lead singer. you could say they were ambient, trip-hop meets chill out. but more than often they were laconic. and this was complimented by the way skye looked too. and songs on their previous albums such as who can you trust? were all laconic in their own rights.

 

another group that was once laconic or had a kinda laconic sound. was the sugababes before they had a line-up change so many times. back then it was just siobhan, keisha and mutya and their song overload. i mean the arrangement and the video speaks laconic. though there were alot of words in the song.

 

i guess the laconic sound would just basically be songs that has this kinda lazy/laidback feel to it. but it does not entirely turn you off, cos it kinda works. it makes you think and sometimes reflect. it might not be heavy on productions though sometime the heavy production helps.

 

hence this boredom has gone on quite long enough and kinda overboard. goodbye now.

i shall think more laconically and be more evasive than i already am. goodbye now.

my hands won’t stop typing. goodbye now.

 

this topic shall be broached more in-depthly soon.

 

verbal diarrhea ends here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

guerrilla marketing!

“the horror!”

let me put my two cents or more worth of opinion, into the slot machine and see them go!

the town area has to be the new dangerzone du jour. how so? i have only two words to insert here “guerrilla marketing”.

picture this, pre-pubescent teens dressed in what they call their “best” (but its actually mediocre shit), lurking like hungry wolves waiting for little red riding hoods of sorts to walk by. with seedy eyes and faux official notepads in hands, they wait and wait. the wolf sees the prey,  and strikes! in terms of reality, they spot a pretty being (inverted commas should be inserted in some) and strike. and strike they do, not your normal “hello, will you be interested?” but with over-zealous hands extended and exaggerated shakings they say “CAN I HAVE FIVE MINUTES OF YOUR TIME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!”, on repeat that is. they press on just like the wolves who don’t get the prey at first strike. but insistence its not their forte, more like scaring the shit out of. till the person says a “NO!” straight up and walks off.  go figure i say, don’t blame GEMS in this context.

now whoever thought guerrilla marketing could reach such a level of, desperation? they do say, “step out of the box”, but not to that extent. nothing of that sort happened to me of course, but seeing people around getting hassled in such a way is disturbing bordering disgust. please, people attached to such agencies, review your people and their choices of approaching.

the slot machines rolls to a complete seqeunce, alas, it does not match. you only get a nickel. ka-ching!