Entries Tagged as 'Rock Chick'

The consequence of blogging upon your life

When Romer!can tells you it’s awesome rock opera, you remember it’s been one of your first tapes. (It’s the wow look on his face that does it, when he stresses “It’s Operation Mindcrime I AND II performed in their entirety!”)

When you ask the Rock Chick how much are the tickets, she decides to buy you one “for your birthday”, sort of long past. So you end at the concert.

It starts late, but it’s the perfect opportunity to notice the load of ethilic looks lurking at Arenele Romane and the living dead revamped rockers. When it starts, the lead still has a voice, and band is good, but the whole thing just is not you anymore.

Internet love (and hate)


I am definitely addicted to love. Being the attention whore that I am, Internet provides me with a fair share of love and affection. Yeap, Internet is thus an addiction in itself. Getting the fix, only makes me scream for more. So, what has lovingly happened over the web to generate the rambling above? Somebody has bought two dot coms for me. The bitch on duty has decided I am a solar kid, and the bleak template you are currently following is not me. Unfortunately, health issues have kept the terrorist on duty and his said mother confined to a bed in the infectious disease hospital. I’d like to take this opportunity to convey my get well wishes. The template is awaiting, bitch :) Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have received the ultimate compliment “extra-witty dude; check out his blogroll too; note to self: unrecommended, if already 1 am, we need to wake up in the morning and the coffee is not strong enough” and the cutest name in Faking life: Monosoux. To set the record straight (ooops, sorry kids, could not find any gay phrase!) I am also Dualsoux, and occasionally Multisoux. What can I say, it comes naturally when you are a Gemini.

To stick with the loving, I am honoured to star in this post and Gramos’ fantasies, I suspect in an intellectual kinda way. Guys, I have not forgotten my promise, just not doing well on time.

For the love’n'hate part, my beloved bloguette complains here I am not picking up my phone, but I did. Also an email exchange with Andressa about gay blogroll love not returned. Well, Simon’s final say on this matter is “When I don’t ask for love it doesn’t mean I don’t need it, it means I want it without having to ask for it”. I know, Simon doesn’t seem to be much of a problem solver. I guess I’ll just have that program management talk with him, the one I have been postponing, read avoiding.

My Sziget, missing in action


Some say it was a sore throat, but the official announcement was just “ Chris Cornell is sick”.

To tell you the truth, I was ignorant of the guy until Foolea has opened my eyes and made me open the Sziget brochure. From where I quote “…he was the singer-guitarist-leader of the Seattle-based Soundgarden…”. Well, you have to give me that, most of the times this happens, how many of you can tell me names of the actual band members? It all gets left behind the good song, if there is one to start with. So, anyways, this is the guy melting the Barbie doll on the barbecue, I thought “Cool!”

You dig I was bound to buy the CD. Which I did. And which points me to his Billie Jean cover. Can you imagine Michael Jackson on repeat on my playlist? It happened with this one, maybe because it has a somewhat darker sound. Also, you might wanna check She’ll Never Be Your Man, and No Such Thing. Now I have to ask the Rock Chick again what song in particular reminded her of the Soundgarden sound.