Sunday bloody sundays.

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

Voice of a hard-boiled angel.

Amazingly soulful. Why do they always die so young?

Wherever you're going, i'm going your way.

One example why life is unfair - A voice that enchanting belongs to a face just as beautiful.

I've got my pride and i know how to hide all my sorrow and pain.

And too soon shall we all part.

Osmonds!

It's a game of give and take.

Those were the days...

Top Hat!

Fred Astaire isn't exactly the most handsome pick of the lot, but boy can he dance. He has a certain debonair style, with which he plays the part of one who is supremely confident of his own abilities, and knows what he wants.

The movie as a whole was not too bad, a more successful blend of light hearted humour and romance than "Singing in the Rain". But of course, thats my own opinion, some may beg to differ.  I find that as the dance scenes go, Fred Astaire really can carry off the compositions well, enhancing the scene with moves that suggest the mood. Point taken in "Isn't this a lovely day (to get caught in the rain)" and "Cheek to Cheek". What really struck me is how the sequences speak much better than the dialogue in describing their conditions.

And the "Cheek to Cheek" sequence rocks! I always liked that song, now i like it even more!

Singin' in the Rain

And yet another chapter of classical movie education completed. :)

Slept at 2, but it was worth it.

It seems that comedies during that era would be what we consider slapstick now. The vaudevillian style of standup, the pies and the hooked canes. In my opinion, "Singing in the Rain" would have been better off advertised as a musical with a side of comedy, rather than a musical comedy. The comedy didn't quite strike me as rather fascinating, while the musical numbers were quite good!

Gene Kelly is a fantastic tap-dancer though. His routines mesh fantastically well with the tunes, almost as if every note was triggered by his individual steps. Very precise, very smooth.

It seems that every actor in these old films like acting as debonair rich people - Maybe it was easier to pull off? I guess noone wanted to see a scruffy bugger in the 1950s. Then again, that was the age of Sinatra et al, the coat and tie was the norm.

Comparing Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire - From what i see now, Gene Kelly is a better tapdancer, Fred Astaire has more emotion in his varied styles (and more ballroom oriented). Kelly has fantastical cheerful and vibrant movements, while Astaire moves more emotionally and vividly. Or perhaps it's the mileau of the background movie that dictates their styles? Top Hat and Singing in the Rain do have different themes. I guess i'll have to watch more of their movies to tell ( haha i just made myself a reason to find more movies)

One strange thing - I recognised one of the dance sequences from a parody in Family Guy. Sadly, I had to watch the parody before I saw the actual sequence. Shouldn't that be a good reason to enjoy the classics?

Cheek to Cheek

As Time Goes By.

Got to get you into my life

For The Love of God

Love shouldn't be so Melancholy...

I'm just a poor boy, i need no sympathy

Dirges in the Dark

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

The end of beatlemania

I think im finally sick of listening to the beatles. Maybe its because i drive too much nowadays. I think i should change the CD in my car. Im listening more to FM 92.4 nowadays. The music really soothes me. On the other hand im really starting to appreciate Iron Maiden, Dire Straits and Pink Floyd. I think "The Wall" is a masterpiece of rock opera. Maiden ropes in fantastic segues. Knopfler does an amazing duet with his voice and guitar. "blowing dixie double blue time." And Pink Floyd, well. Thats just another brick in the wall. Three of them. Does this post seem disorganised? I think so. But what do i care? We had a goodbye sendoff for the Jah earlier. It was more of a gathering of the fellowship. Really had a good time. Kenny's cooking, is once again, fantastic. The home-made lasagna was the bomb man. Although the layers were a little too thick. But pleasant nonetheless. Followed by shepherds pie, meatballs, brinjal with cheese, and the slightly too watery beef stew. The food is not exactly world class, but it was fantastic - what can i say? Made with Love. As usual with the guys we had some pre/post dinner entertainment. Here we're mauling bryan in my room.
And here we see the evolution of our dear kenny from the normal schoolboy to the monkey fish frog thingy to the current version.
I finally saw the hundred men clip. And as usual bryan became our punching bag. Keong nearly keonged out again. Tay was nearly wasted. My bro was in good form as he dished out the sexes on the beach, by far the most popular drink served tonight. The aroma of the alcohol recalled me to 0430 to 0630 yesterday morning, where i had the unparalleled experience of accompanying a drunk girlfriend. Really interesting. Its really funny to see drunk people sometimes. Although this time it hurt a bit. Reminded me of scenes from science fiction films like alien. Very involved night i had, last night. Right pissed off i was at some people. Names not to be included. Lets not go onto that before i get really pissed off. Anyway, went to JB to buy some short pants, really satisfied. Im wearing one of them now, fits like a glove. A butt glove so to speak. Its hard to find pants that fit an ass like me/mine. Anyway alvy came along and we had a great time. This is a picture i took when we were in City Square.Its really nice to see her happy. I started studying exactly 25 hours ago. Its a little late but well, better late then never. The feeling of impending doom has not lifted, but i swear to god im going to mitigate it as well as i can. Its not my nature to not struggle for dying causes. "I am pierre the fighter pilot! If i go down, i go down in flames!" Anyway the randomity of this post is caused by randomitis and a 3.30 cup of coffee long black at east coast mac while waiting for my dear to finish a meeting. I would hit my books later but i don't believe that violence is the answer. Anyway i was chatting with tien earlier today, and i decided i would crucify one of my lecturers. She's horrible, to say the least. Excerpts from the conversation that may go into survey: "we stand a higher chance of learning something from a brick than from your lectures". " you and your TA should swap because your TA teaches better than you do." "Your notes are like your lectures, random and disorganised." "I bet you had to offer your old, dry p**** to the dean to get your job." " by screwing the dean, you just screwed one entire batch." "The only thing that i learned from the lecture is that you cant teach for nuts." "How did you become a lecturer if the only thing you know how to do is read off slides?" Im wondering which i should put. Or maybe they're not sarcastic enough? Comments please. Man i love bluetooth.

Inspiration

GOD.