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Kombi - Nowy Rozdział

2010-07-14T13:38:00.002+02:00

This is one of those albums - the ones I keep on my shelf just to show off the ridiculous cover or to laugh at how old and campy it is. However, I need to be fair and frank - I have never given this album a fair listen - hell, I remember only one occassion on which this thing landed on my record player. It barely got to the second song when we had a power outage.

So, out of boredom and curiosity, I am going to give this thing a honest-to-shit review. I can already see the fear in my turntable's spindle.

Right now I'm at the middle of the third track. So far, only one thing comes to mind: holy shit, new wave hit Poland hard. This thing is actually quite good, full of synthesizers and catchy hooks and choruses - and the guitar parts aren't that bad either, full of mad tapping and fast arpeggi. The vocals aren't bad, but some of the lyrics I find a bit camp. Assumptions sometimes are correct, but more often than not they make an ass out of yourself. I guess that's why they're called assumptions.

The fourth track has an overdriven, wailing guitar and a drum machine that sounds SO eighties - after all, it's an actual 808. It doesn't have any vocals, but what it does have are nice and colourful synths in the background that create an eeriee mood. The fabulous gentlemen on the cover may have a horrible fashion sense, but at least they know how to make some music.

The fifht track is the final one on the first side and it opens with a catchy beat and a funky bassline that gives way to vocals that are not exactly lyrical genius. This continues like that until the very end of the song and the first side of the record.

Seriously, this isn't that bad, but I won't be playing this with anyone around. Seriously. No.

The second side again opens with an electronic ballad that progresses into a very fast track that might be the most embarassing thing to ever grace my loudspeakers. I don't know why. I might have to consult this matter with someone else.

Also, this song is scratched a little bit on my record, so my experience might be unique here. Anyway, following this vocalless piece we have a song that's been played to death on Polish Radio. All major radio stations play this song at least twice a week. "Słodkiego, miłego życia" is a song that you're most likely to hear whenever you turn on a radio in Poland - along with Tanita Tikaram's "Twist in my Sobriety" and about five other songs that I already hate to death despite actually being quite good.

But I digress. Meanwhile I am already nearing the end of the second-to-last track, which is average at best. This, and the album closing track is... Well, mediocre. They have really basic and minimal synths and barely any guitar, which is an disappointment after what the first half was.

In conclusion, this album's lyrics are faulty, but that's about it. I shouldn't laugh at it anymore, I guess. Was I wrong about the camp, though? Hell no.

Also, for those who want a perfect image of Poland trying to understand the West, here's a scan of the album cover, just for you.

Dig that facial hair. Dig it.

On and on I carry on

2010-01-28T23:09:00.000+01:00

Three great albums were bestowed upon me this month and I shall do my best to review them.

Sonic Youth - Goo
The predescessor to Dirty is a funky, dirty record. As always, Sonic Youth try to balance their traditional noise roots and pop-like sounds that make for easy listenin' and radio playin'. The song I like best? "Kool Thing." Unfortunately, it's ruined by the exchange between Chuck D and Kim Gordon during the solo part.

Dead Can Dance - Aion
This is the funkiest medieval record ever made. A bit on the short side, made of pure awesome and epic. Ideal soundtrack for eclectic moments. Absolutely not pop-friendly. Absolutely not for parties. This is the sort of thing you listen to when you're alone and very bored - drinking absinthe by yourself, immersing yourself in the waves of strings and brasses coming out of your speakers, dreaming of mystical places far away, where music is a ritual. Dead Can Dance capture the essence of this atmosphere and condense it into thirty six minutes of greatness. And then it ends and you're thrown back into the mundane reality of big cities. Until you buy their next album, that is.

Portishead - Third
Writing this as I listen. Stream of consciousness mode engaged. Full of great drums and hard guitars. Vocals are hauntingly beautiful, delicate and firm, the faintest blow of wind able to break them. Listen to it, become hypnotized. Turn on, start an absinthe party. Not depressing, not happy either. Dark, brooding. Choruses. Don't turn it off.

This charming man

2010-01-26T17:44:00.000+01:00

So this blog's been around for a year now and I haven't even added 20 entries yet. Time to pick up the pace and write about stuff. Music.

Efterklang and the National Danish Orchestra - Performing Parades - I love this. Absolutely. It combines electronica with classic music, giving those good ole' rockers a steady backup force of fiddles and strings and other thingies. Writing this straight after the first listening, I'll write more about it as I discover new things about the album.

The Smiths - Singles - This is the perfect way to get into The Smiths. They seem to be somewhat known as a singles band, and, well, seeing that it's... Yeah. Go get this.

Gorillaz - Stylo - Gorillaz' latest release is the first single (one without a music video, too, apparently) off the new album, Plastic Beach. With this release, Phase Three, which will be known as "Plastic Beach" until we get another DVD out (like Celebrity Take Down or Slowboat to Hades before), kicks off at full force. The Gorillaz website was redesigned, you can't enter Kong Studios anymore (which is a sucky thing) and the guilty parties seem to have moved to a new locale that's... Floating. Or something.

The track itself was leaked as a demo track along with Electric Shock and Broken last year on a BBC radio broadcast. Stylo seemed to be the competing for the Number Two spot with Electric Shock and we didn't see how it could evolve into something better. It did, with vocals and reworked track structure. It is worth a purchase. Go get it. Now.

Those curly teeth, that fucking thief

2010-01-19T18:33:00.002+01:00

Boom, boom, dead.

I miss the old days of treating Victoria like a typewriter, spitting literary genius and/or abominations for Złoichuj, a blog my old friend Modrzew started to be a place for social commentaries.

What follows is a look back at the six months I spent at the Złoichuj Network, writing awesome things.

It all started in 2008. July, to be accurate. I was under the influence of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, a book I have read for the first time then. Since that time I have been keeping my copy as safe as I can, as a tribute to Hunter S. Thompson's genius and even today it is being kept in the safest place I know of.

Fear and Loathing made me try my hand at writing social commentary / journalism. I wrote a 2022-word epic describing the most massive youth subculture in the city I live in - and I called them "the whorehopping motherfuckers" back then (or I would've, had this wild beast of a piece been written in the Queen's own language). I did my own research, fueled by alcohol, various mind-altering substances and other unnameable things I dare not mention lest they come out from under the bed to eat my soul and shit out pure feedback.

I circled that wild pack, aimed for their throats, hoisted the Jolly Roger and held no punches. They couldn't squeal, so the musical background for my glorious publication was provided by the small crowd that witnessed my literary orgasm flooding onto the blogging community I frequented in those days, days of the Old.

One voice in particular stood out, and it belonged to Modrzew. Fast forward to November, when I realized - holy shit, I have nothing to write about and everything I've started so far was inferior to my previous outing. This led to me abandoning my Blog and writing altogether. Modrzew, he wouldn't go for shit like that. He told me - 'hey, remember that fun domain I bought some time ago? Yeah? Well, we're doing something with it. Come help me.'

And so I did. On the tenth of November, 2008, Modrzew posted an announcement stating that we're doing our next great thing. The blog kicked off with a scream of a thousand babies being blended into a fine paste. The first article was another piece of me, again, writing about the fine Polish youth. It all went downhill from there.

The article was appreciated and soon followed two pieces by Mortarius and Modrzew, respectively. Mortarius delved into the vast and deep abyss of the Polish celebrity market, a piece I well remember as defining. It served as a guideline, a standard of sorts. Mortarius had real talent, although his motivation and interest in the blog faded after two or three pieces, unfortunately.

Modrzew's piece focused on my favourite subject matter - religion. It was a very well-written piece as well and those three articles helped hone our style and direction. We started well and after we saw the reception our literary excursions got, we knew we were deep in this. We liked that.

What followed was a series of articles from me I regard as inferior to my later (and earlier, as well) works - of special note is the two articles long series on music I hoped to make into a regular feature. That was not to be, but it continued to be my best-received work. Modrzew and Mortarius made several contributions as well, but it were my articles that were the majority of Złoichuj's content. We also made a podcast or two and we had game servers. Hell - I even DJed for our own Shoutcast station for a week. We did everything under the name and everything was good, until... We stopped. Kinda anticlimatic.

Yeah.

the kids won't stand a chance

2010-01-12T12:59:00.003+01:00

Motivated by my lovely wife that doesn't have a blog, I have started working on my epic masterpiece, The Continent Conglomerate, a project that has been in the works for some two and a half years now. As a little bit of a teaser feature I shall describe the setting, just to rev up your appetite engine a little bit.

So. It's a lot to take in and even I don't know where to start telling the tale, but let's say we start on the main character. Sydeth is a weird specimen. Some might say he's special. From a very young age he could control The Realm, a destructive force that feeds on life and sanity. When he was 19, he was sealed and hibernated after an incident referred to as The Air War, an incident that later resulted in The War - a conflict that resulted in reality itself being distorted and mangled. Not even the tectonic plates were left alone, and as a result of massive earthquakes, all the landmasses in the world collided with each other, forming a single Continent.

Our story begins as Sydeth is thawed out by Cossack, some eighty eight years later. After the War, the world was left crippled - weather doesn't exist anymore, life takes on many new, gruesome forms and humanity itself was reduced to some one hundred thousand people. Nearly every single one of them lives in The City, a dystopian city that's the only safe place left on Earth.

The Story begins with Sydeth being told by Cossack to run away from his Tomb, his sleeping place for the past eight decades. Thirty miles northwest a safe haven for him awaits - but Sydeth is never going to find it, for he is captured by the City's armed forces, The Shells - human bodies re-engineered into perfect war machines, fueled by hate, excreting violence all around. En route to the City, the Realm wakes up and busts Sydeth out of the convoy he's being held on. The resulting explosion is so massive that it brings attention of a small rebel village hidden high in the mountains. A Search/Rescue/Salvage party is quickly mobilized.

That's the basic gist of the plot. The Continent Conglomerate is coming soon. Let me know what you think of the plot.

The greatest love is always ruined by the bickering, the argumental living

2010-01-11T19:47:00.002+01:00

I had a horrible day today.

It started innocently. Mild tear-inducing pain in the throat whenever I tried to swallow. A little bleeding from that pimple on my cheek I scratched off. I'm a tough girl, I can take it. I started the day off slowly, so as to not let the depression, loneliness and the general coldness take the better of me and fuck me up in too many ways.

Then my love introduced me to Pictures for Sad Children. It is a good read if you're in a bad mood and you're not looking to change that. It made my kinda-depressed state disappear and go into WARNING DO NOT APPROACH I AM ONE STEP AWAY FROM BREAKING INTO TEARS.

And then my buddy Fred came bearing gin. All was well until I actually drank some. I felt horribly sick as we played videogames and listened to awesome hard electro. Hitler would've been proud (Warning! Only three people reading this blog will get this reference!).

Then B. started feeling the same way I did. Unfortunately, it manifests by isolating herself from everyone else. She started telling me how she's all alone and she doesn't want me anymore because it hurts her when I leave and it's better to never meet again, so I started crying. I think she did, too. I made my best to keep the situation under control, and she went home (she was at work while talking to me.).

And so I was left alone to my own devices. I lay down on the bed for half an hour sulking and pouting and crying and biting my nails. And then, Super Mega Death Christ 2000 BC 4.0 Beta showed up in all his bloody glory, screaming "FUCKERS!" as he burst through my wall, firing his glorious WMDs all over my apartment.

'Hail, you foul beast! What is your business in this proudly atheistic abode?', I inquired. He seemed puzzled for a while and left.

And then it came to me - the perfect cure for depression. Use with recklessness.

INGREDIENTS:

iTunes loaded with like 10 GBs of hard Electro music
A gigantic mess to clean up
Gin, to make it go smoother.

And so, I started cleaning my apartment up like a motherfucker. I cleaned my cat's litterbox, did the dishes that were waiting for days for their turn in my hands, cleaned every damn panel of floor in my foul den of depravity, hell - even cleaned my motherfucking table. Am I not awesome? Yes, I am. My depression is gone and only funky beats and hard synth lines remain. I love you all in highly questionable and sometimes disturbing ways.

we're all blue from projection tubes

2009-12-29T02:29:00.002+01:00

My biological clock has been a subject to various scientifical examinations. It has several academical papers dedicated solely to the frequency with which it fucks up. Let me tell you all about it.

Ever since I moved from Zielona Góra, I've had problems sleeping. Maybe it was because of me discovering various mind altering substances and/or cable TV, but before that, when I only had, like, only two channels worth watching (and coincidentally, they broadcasted anything halfway decent once a month, usually at the same time, resulting in many a coin toss), I used to go to sleep at ten. I would then wake up eight to nine hours later, feeling well-rested and ready to face the new day. Then I moved here and ooh, South Park at midnight. Ooh, Daria at half past. Well, I don't need those nine hours of sleep, don't I? And so I started going to sleep later and waking up later, until...

Yeah. Waking up at eleven suddenly became my curse. I started looking like a zombie, having restless nights - and mornings - and then there was school. My grades dropped and never quite recovered.

This took a permanent effect on my biological clock. For the past year I've been trying to follow a routine of waking up at 6:00 AM every morning, regardless of school or anything. It used to work back when I had to rest, because the next day would absolutely require me to be at least semi-functional, but whenever I got some free time... Yeah. Sleepless nights returned.

So I devised a scheme that allows me to punish myself for not sleeping on time and wasting time on WoW and movies and music and books and all those other things I should've been doing before nighttime. It's as simple as getting completely high on caffeine and surviving through the night and the next day. By evening I am tired enough to fall asleep right on cue, at ten. And that, in theory, allows me to get back into the rhythm every time I fall out.

As you can probably guess by the time I am posting this, I am currently undergoing another night like this. I shall now prepare some entertainment. Wish me luck.

This is the Golden Phone.

2009-12-14T10:50:00.002+01:00

How come each time I sit down to write about something I leave the blogspot window open in the backgrounds for weeks and ultimately close it without spewing out even a sentence?

Hell. Let's do some video games now.

So recently I've been playing a lot of vidya gaems because I felt like it. Mostly old ones. The only recent titles I'm playing now are Final Fantasy IV - The After Years and Contra ReBirth. The first is a sequel to Final Fantasy IV, the SNES classic of sorts. While I do enjoy it, mainly due to nostalgia reasons, a game in that style is seriously inadequate by today's standards. The cutscenes are cheesy, the graphics are sub-par, it's all just not very good. It's as if FFIV was released all over again today. Get it only if you liked the SNES game. Also, it's divided into episodes. Each episode follows a specific character from FFIV seventeen years after the original game's epilogue. Each episode costs 300 Wii Points, which translates to 3 euro per chapter. Considering there's a fuckton of chapters, well, Square and Nintendo just got themselves some nice cash.

Contra ReBirth, on the other hand, is a completely new game in the Contra series. Classic hard-core run'n'gun action. Go right and shoot enemies. Fluent controls, nice graphics - everything's as it should be. This is a must have for all fans of side scrollers. Oh, by the way, you change weapons by shaking the Wiimote. There. I just saved you some time figuring that out on your own. As always, it's best with two players.

Both games are on WiiWare. Get them now.

Meanwhile, uptown... The DJ, a playa'.

2009-10-18T13:34:00.002+02:00

then again i should probably apologize for writing this after like two months.

Whatever.

Why the fuck did I even start writing about music anyway? I am a music junkie, yes, but I started it out wrong-like. I can't pick the best album in my life and I certainly won't be able to do so, like, ever.

Thus, I'll continue writing about that in seven years or so.

For now, I shall keep you waiting.

Musik non stop

2009-08-17T20:59:00.002+02:00

So, I spend a lot of time on music. After a long and hard journey I can finally write this post. Without further ado, let's go.

top5fi/ve albums tha/t ch_a nged my /life/

1. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - (Self-titled) - The first album I bought. I was eleven at the time and this album was the one that defined my later musical taste. Where do I even start? The opening bass riff is forever stuck in my head and I still can hear it just as I heard it that First time all these years ago. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I still see the cover photo of the burning Buddhist Monk, whose heart is now preserved as a sacred relic.

2. GORILLAZ - Demon Days - This, my friends, introduced me to one of the most original bands ever. This also proved to me that pop can be good, can be done properly and it can have a message. The whole album deals with environmental disasters, presenting a completely different style in each song. From simple dub-like sounds on "Last Living Souls" to punk in "O Green World" to 8-bit electronica on "All Alone" to fully orchestrated compositions with "Don't Get Lost in Heaven / Demon Days".

3. PRODIGY - The Fat of the Land - Introduced me to electronica, for which I will eternally be grateful. This album simply has no bad tastes and makes for excellent soundtrack during all my LAN parties and other parties that contain alcohol and other substances that should not be consumed by humans.

4. DJ SHADOW - Endtroducing..... - Trip-hop at it's finest. Shadow is truly a master of Sampling and Digging - all those obscure references he makes in the compositions on his albums give the album an eerie mood that kick in early on and don't leave until the final Transmission on the album. If you do not give this album a listen, I will rape your anus with a shovel.

5. RADIOHEAD - OK Computer - Heh, "No Surprises" there, huh? It's pretty obvious that I'd mention this group or album at some point. I will not talk about this album, however, because it is an experience that everyone must live through without any help or mental preparation.

top_eight8 8most oft/en listnd to

1. RADIOHEAD - In Rainbows - in total about two hundred since it Came Out.

2. MGMT - Oracular Spectacular - I'm a sucker for funky rhytms and psychadelic lyrics.

3. DELTRON 3030 - (self-titled) - Futuristic hip-hop? Sign me up.

4. DJ SHADOW - Endtroducing..... - This is not a dream. Not a dream. We are transmitting from the year 1-9-9...

5. GORILLAZ - (the whole song library) - I am a proud collector of Gorillaz shit and I have all of their songs. Every single one. Yes.

6. AC/DC - High Voltage - Yes, the renamed TNT.

7. CRYSTAL CASTLES. - Crystal Castles - it might be recent, it is terribly good. Songs about AIDS robot playing with placentas are always classy.

8. PRODIGY - The Fat of the Land - What can I say? I'm a funky shit junkie.

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Gorillaz, Radiohead, Rage Against The Machine.

pt2. coming soon soon coming soon

This is not a dream... Not a dream.

2009-08-10T19:49:00.002+02:00

I have a turntable and a Mike Oldfield record I will listen to for the rest of my life.

Five Miles Out might be the single most awesome thing ever put on a vinyl ever. The lead track, Taurus II is twenty four minutes long and not a single second is wasted.

First it kicks off with a neat bluesy riff which quickly goes into an overdriven rock lead reminescent of AC/DC. After a few bars of playing that, it goes into this grunge/prog descend mode and calms down for some celtic folk rock tunes, which make way for a female chorus. After that it's Scotland time, with bagpipes and shit that rapidly evolve into one of this song's many orgasm moments. I always thought of vinyl as of a woman... Beautiful, perfect and able to come more than once.

Ah, but I start blathering on again. You will have to pardon me, as this is a side effect of some mind pills I have been taking to deal with my wild mood swings brought upon by my sex reassignment therapy... Back to the song.

We left off at the first climax that left the song quiet, with some instruments still playing - some bells, a toned-down electric guitar... Then the bagpipes come and lead the whole thing into another climax, this time slower, more romantic, still basking in the afterglow... Until the female chorus comes in with a funky bassline underneath. Then some claps and other percussive sounds come in, but they soon have to make way for the string section... A string section that counts down the return of woodwinds and bagpipes, along with a bitching guitar playing the leitmotif of this section, just before the crash cymbals start the whole thing again... This is the second orgasm of the song. There is a small interlude during which only the chorus and the percussion is left, right before all the guitars come back for another round of sweet, sweet love. Forget about the chorus and the bagpipes and the like. This is rock and roll, baby, a third orgasm that will leave you wanting for more. It goes on until the strings and the crash cymbals hit the G-spots and give you a four-bar break from all this rocky goodness...

And then it all goes down again. It is the moment of anticipation before the ultimate climax - the return of the main riff from the beginning, this time played with nearly all the instruments used in the song. This is the end of the sexual experience and you are left with just those little strings whispering sweet "I love yous" into your ear just as you fall asleep, exhausted and satisfied.

But if it gets you well, well you ain't being nice, no.

2009-04-17T11:44:00.002+02:00

My life has taken a drastic turn towards Fucked-Up city as my dear, dear Laptop decided to say FUCK YOU to me all over again. Like last month, only worse, because I have to download and watch new Lost episodes on my mother's computer. Shitty McShitterson, son of Sir Shithead the First, I call it.

In the meanwhile, I'm back to gaming. This week I have been exclusively playing Mega Man 9 and Crisis Core, rekindling the flame of love for Final Fantasy in my heart. I'm thinking Fred won't get back his PSP anytime soon... Nor will I see my DS before he beats GTA: Chinatown Wars.

I also got addicted to Facebook. I don't know why. You can find me there by my usual name (PROTIP: look to the left) and look for a photo that you think reflects my personality.

Also: Speedway. The Polish Ekstraclass just started and I have been following it since. My hometeam has a really good chance of winning the season; what's more, rumors are floating around about a certain world champion of Speedway, who goes by the name of Nicki Pedersen. Pedersen left his team a day before their match with my hometeam, leaving them naked and defenseless. What ensued was a mass public rape. We beat them 59:31, placing us second in the league, right after our greatest rivals.

I shall be back come sunday evening with a summary of another round of speedway, as well as my gambling adventures. Until then I leave you with another cryptic post title.

You do it to yourself, and that's what really hurts.

2009-03-27T22:46:00.002+01:00

I don't know why, but lately I have been feeling this strange, other-worldly urge; an urge that can be satisfied only by programming trivial scripts.

My first foray, so to speak, into the world of Code was a simple Python script that read a file and returned a random line; I turned it into a BOFH excuse generator since. It is available for download from my private server. Please note that all of your excuses should be in a plaintext file called "file.txt".

My next project will be more complicated, but I am sure it's achievable. It is an epic undertakement, but it shall serve my descendants for ages to come. It will be a spinoff of my random-line script...

It will seek out and return a random line from the Linux kernel itself.

But that's not all. The best part is, it shall work on a Commodore 64!

As I write, I am downloading an emulator on which I shall write my epic masterpiece (hey, maybe I can do it in the oldschool BASIC + Assembler combo?) and I shall release it when I am finished. Ah, the download finally ends, and with that, I leave you, dear reader; Await, for patience rewards and strenghtens your spirit. I shall be back.

What does your soul look like?

2009-03-22T11:29:00.003+01:00

Yesterday, I played guitar all day. Today, I played guitar all day. I'm getting better, and it shows. I still have to teach myself musical theory or figure out the best ways to do chord progressions, but I can play most songs now, except for the ones that use hammer-ons, pull-ofs and anything other than slides.

Still, I did some bluesy arrangements of some songs, and so far I can play these songs at a decent level:

Arctic Monkeys - Teddy Picker, Old Yellow Bricks, A Certain Romance
Arcade Fire - Neighbourhood #1
Editors - Blood
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird (not the solo, though)
Radiohead - No Surprises, Weird Fishes
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc., Starshine
Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams
Tenacious D - Kickapoo
AC/DC - TNT
Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven (intro)
Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop, Beat On The Brat, Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue
The Lively Ones - Surf Rider

If you ever see me on an open mic night, I'll probably play one of these things.

Just a few things been running thru my head.

2009-03-21T11:54:00.002+01:00

I constantly find myself wondering - what will I achieve? So far, I taught myself some guitar (which, and I am sad to admit that, still needs some work), I know my way around computers (except for programming) and I have 60 gigs of music on my laptop. And I can name each single track from those 60 gigs by just listening to the first two seconds.

Music-nerdery aside, my laptop's hard drive died yesterday, which resulted in loss of said 60 gigs of partly-legal music and a prompt purchase of both OSX 10.5 and a 120GB drive (instead of my shitty 80GB drive.).

In the meantime, I try not to succumb to the madness of being without my laptop and using Vista. I keep myself busy with my guitar and a copy of DJ Shadow's Preemptive Strike, but that might not hold until wednesday (since that's the earliest date of my new drive's arrival).

I need help.

At least she lets me sleep over.

2009-01-31T16:23:00.000+01:00

I spent my day at work today watching DJ Shadow fanclips, mostly people playing "Organ Donor". I thought - hey, this doesn't look too hard - if some hacks on Youtube can drop beats like that, then I can too, right?

So I started downloading some software and addons for Garageband. After I get home from work, I'll start writing some mad tracks.

And later this week (and I mean the week starting on monday) I'll be meeting one of my old friends with hopes of starting a band. We both play guitars (albeit he does it better, mainly because he knows chords) and apparently I have a good voice. If we're lucky, we'll get a bassist really soon, and the only thing left to do for us will be getting a drummer and finding a place to practice. Yayz.

In the meantime, I'm playing with some Korg toys I got recently; namely, the Korg DS-10 synth emulator for the Nintendo DS. This thing is sweet, it lets you do pretty much everything you'd expect from a synth - it has a drum machine, two channels for two different keyboards and all necessities like that, but it also offers some pretty nifty things, like emulating a Kaoss pad or simulating an amp setup by letting you plug the synthesizer into effects and then the effects into a mixer and so on, and so on. Too bad it's available only in Japan.

I got myself a simple notebook and started writing some lyrics. They suck.