Bleed, Rinse, Repeat ....

Queries about Escape

2011-11-09T13:13:00.000-05:00

If escape was an option… how many people would line up in hopes of jettisoning their modalities and the beating of their days? If the new standard became the great getaway… then how exclusive would be the framework everybody left behind? How many people would like to slip into someone else’s lives and dreams and aspirations and broken chandeliers that they had left behind in chasing the way out?

Is it a restructuring of actual working modules that we need or a just a renovation of our minds? And if ignorance is bliss, is euphoria the abysmal dark depth of the unlearning? Who wants to regress into the unfolding of the codons and un-circling of cycles to a state of involution? You’d rather atrophy your vision then set sight on frontiers anew? Does it feed you the gustations so alien that you choke on the broadened horizons of your soul? Is familiarity your only last specter of home?

Where and when do you belong? And, pray tell, when will you let go?

There are answers you have unearthed for which no questions were posed to. There were many before us that probably led a more illuminated path of congruent peace and entropy. All of this amalgamates into one ying-yang of fashioned ideals. The obstacle courses created by her for her and by him for me, with a prize at the end, like the dangling of the unholiest of carrots. So feast on the nightmare that shines in your eye with every blink.

And when we find you still struggling to let go of your name; just know this: You have lived many other lives that spun from every misstep you thought you took and your parallels have taken up too much time and space in this alternate closet of vacuum. It is time to father the foster-child that you abandoned in the suburbs of your burgeoning psyche. It is time to dig deeper into the sky. It is time to make your bed. It is time to remember the reveries are indeed worth stopping for. Stop and sleep and dream a dream. Your circadians are aching from the rape.

Curfews & Clockworks

2011-11-07T14:40:00.000-05:00

A para-revolutionized poem about the possible change that may befall.

Penned by: Adil Salik for an aural rendition in Late December (aka a hit song)

Curfews & Clockworks

Act 1

On the edge of waiting, at this precipice in time

the verdict will seep in the clockworks of your mind

The racing defiance you spent over me

collides with the fleeting in my brevity

Epilogue

The lights are all off; in hope of the storm

we’ve boarded up all the bad dreams

The restless will break the curfew at hand

to try to level this playing field

If the force of this moment bleeds into your heart:

the potion that renders every instance as gold

These are the troubled and these are themselves the saviors

and that is a secret that’s never been told

Act 2

You can ward off the yearning, wheel away the guilt

but the nagging will eat at the warmth of your soul

The policing of wisdom through the display of force

can never evade all the trapdoors and black holes

Epilogue

The lights are all off; in hope of the storm

we’ve boarded up all the bad dreams

The restless will break the curfew at hand

to try to level this playing field

If the force of this moment bleeds into your heart:

the potion that renders every instance as gold

These are the troubled and these are themselves the saviors

and that is a secret that’s never been told

Stolen guitar amps & marked subway spots...

2011-11-02T12:16:00.000-04:00

Things keeping the boat afloat of late:

~ Stealing guitar amps. (will it work?? the burning question remains... watch this space)

^ Marking exact spots on the subway so the train drops you off next to the stairs/exit.

! Falling asleep in the train 5 minutes before the last stop.

{ Rediscovering Josh Ritter's excellent record Animal Years.

` Helping ishay/meeshu crack the back of the boards.

/ Revelling in Anais Mitchell's record Hymns for the Exiled.

^ Paraphrasing reveries.

` Waiting for the PJ Twenty 1080p rip.

~ Rejuvenating the Dye Corduroy Sound-Cloud page and this very blog.

` Stocking up on the FLAC's - lossless music is the way to go. If you're nice, I'd let you borrow some...

Meh.

Catching Flies - the poem pt. 2

2011-11-01T13:55:00.003-04:00

The giving of new names to things much too old
is like a rhythm that’s beating in a marching bands wake
every disembarked dream leaves a mark on the soul
like a tattoo that’s pressed too hard right where it aches

And in the meantime
and in this mean world

All of this abandoned belief is now catching flies
all of these ghost of future past are running wild

Like the waves endlessly crashing on the edge of my town
there’s a silhouette of a welcome sign that’s been torn down
there’s a think tank that runs over all of my thoughts
bleeding the last drop of hope from my sky

Catching Flies - the poem pt.1

2011-07-08T14:05:00.000-04:00

So my forray back into blogging* after a self imposed hiatus of a few months has to be shattered with great effect. Let me present part one of a poetic piece riddled & crafted in January of this year.

*I have been micrblogging on my tumblr btw - which you can all sample at http://dyecorduroy.tumblr.com

Catching Flies - Pt. 1

This waiting is feeding more quarters in meters

fulfillment is aching to shelve all the lies

we tell ourselves to make time, like endless repeaters

we give ourselves reasons that tend to defy

And in the meantime

and in this mean world

All of this abandoned belief is now catching flies

all of these ghost of future past are running wild

Like the waves endlessly crashing on the edge of my town

there’s a silhouette of a welcome sign that’s all been torn down

there’s a train track that runs through my mind all around

like a vision that curtains the white of your eyes

Wallet in; Wallet out

2011-01-28T13:46:00.001-05:00

It's not easy okay? Lugging a leather shoulder bag (mmm... this beauty was bought on the outskirts of Lahore & bargained down from Rs. 6000 to 3000 :), a big-a$$ totes storm proof umbrella so that the much too frequent snow storms don't snap them in half (R.I.P. 4 umbrellas), yer mufflers'n'gloves and what-nots, my beloved Creative: Zen (it's the mp3 player than iPod wishes it can be), cell-phone, metro-card, train ticket, office keys etc. It's not easy at all.

The juggling act becomes a full blown circus when coz' of the snow, the train timings are thrown off. Cut to me: purchasing a ticket at the kiosk in Linden, NJ with the bus AT the platform about to leave. So I rush in, wallet out, flailing articles mentioned above. Last dreaded Wednesday this was, the day of the big storm. (this last line sounded like old man crazy-face narrating a forbidden tale of unfathomed natural disasters, unrequited love and whales and what not).

So, Wednesday it was, and then I got off at the Penn Station in Manhattan & proceeded to the track 10 escalators. Some shady looking mexicans, breakfast burrito in hand ofcourse, were waiting by the mouth of the escalators whilst everyone is always trying to push through. They were three, as in the three mice or rats (pinch me when this becomes racially incorrect). Surely, I brushed past them, toting my beloved, aforementioned, hot as fudge briefcase on my right shoulder, covering my right-hiney where the wallet rested peacefully (OR DID IT?). From the corner of my eye, I saw the lil critters get on the escalators behind me. I paid no heed. Not a single f**k was given. Then, halfway up the escalators, I felt a nudge of sorts; my bag was pushed. My sixth sense surely tingled & I was going to check my wallet - but the capsule that is the Track 10 escalator & the mob of people prevented me from reaching around my bag.

As I got off, ofcourse, the wallet was missing. I ran down & raced the train so I could tell the driver to stop - it was headed to the yard. In any case, I requested a search, got the train number & the conductor said he'd look and call me if he'd find something. Then, I proceeded to freak out - my permanent resident card, debit cards, even my social security card was in it. Don't ask me why I was carrying all originals everywhere.

So I got a call back, nothing: the conductor said it's clean. However he said a thorough inspection is made at the yard so check with Lost & Found in a day. So I filed a report - and Umme & I settled that it was indeed a pick-pocketing. A certain salsa dippin, tortilla yielding, taco munchin type of pick-pocketing. I filed a report with the police at the station - ofcourse after waiting ten minutes to see if the sniffer dog would leave the station. He didn't. I had to brave it. Not that I had weed laced in my fundies. I just am generally scared of dogs that are more than yay high *holds out pinkie*.

The report was filed, I went to worked, I came back, got stuck in the storm, had to walk a mile in the worst of it, we shivered, we mourned and the snow day that was Thursday was spent in an in-illustrious mood.

Come Friday, this morning. After I parked my car at a few rare dug out, non-5 feet of snow mountain spots - this whitey fat rednecky ass-munch comes out & starts squealing like a demented buck, that it's HIS spot. It's a street. It's not yo-momma's. He kept crying until I told him to get the frak out of my face and stop squealing like bacon. Amidst this clamor, I had to find another parking spot - and the 7:35 train was missed - so I caught the 8:02 one. Which was a good thing.

As I got to Penn station & headed to the Lost'n'Found that I had visited twice before to no avail - It was revealed that I had been at the Amtrak Lost and Found window & not NJ transit. Why the officer didn't mentioned that the last two days - no one really knows.

And thus - sure as sunshine - NJ Transit Lost and Found had my freakin' wallet. All the $76 odd were gone. But the 50 Dirham note was in there. This was the one Mom gave me before she had to leave for Dubai and when me and Umme were moving to Amreeka. So, in some blessed reprieve, it was nestled in there. Thanks Mom :)

Whether the wallet was pick-pocketed or I had dropped it on the train will forever remain, much like most of my friends true paternity, a mystery. Thank God it's F**king Friday indeed.

p.s. Umme: time to pay off yer prayer-debt :P

Keyed Out...

2011-01-24T11:54:00.000-05:00

So, I lost the key to my office this morning. Probably on the maddening dash from the NJ Transit terminal to Madison Square Garden. Anywhoo... whilst googling places to get key copies made in the Theatre District in Manhattan, I'm pretty much looking at a 6 minute walk to a well reviewed place called Westside Home Center. Everyone's given them 5 stars except one person who took a star off for the following reason:

And the one star I'm deducting is because of the sketchy guys that sometimes hang out near the register conversing sketchily with the slightly sketchy employees in a language i don't understand. For all i know they're discussing what to get for dinner, but the vibe is always... well, sketchy.

Well, come lunch hour, I will do my best to decipher the "sketchy" conversation, ethnicity and subject matter.

Dye Corduroy's "Khasoosee Nashriyaat" - Tranmission #2: Faraib (mp3/lyrics)

2010-11-06T20:11:00.001-04:00

Dye Corduroy - Faraib

Faraib by Dye Corduroy

Genre: Alternative Rock, Folk-Rock

Album: Khasoosee Nashriyaat

Sources: Faraib @ SoundCloud (stream/download)

http://soundcloud.com/dye-corduroy/faraib

Mp3 for keeps:

Down a 320kbps high quality mp3 @ 4shared.

Lyrics:

(verse 1)
Sab faraib kay naam nayey hain diyey
Saarey rangon mein ikk siyah hee kiyon dikhay

(verse 2)
Saaree taaberain khwab mangey abb nayey
Iss jahaan mein chaar su khalaa lagey

(pre-chorus)
Mein ney dhoonda baar baar, Bayshumaar chehroan mein
Ikk gharee ka aitebaar, Nagawaar kiyon lagay

(chorus)
Kiyon kabhee tham na sakay: Azaar yeh
Kiyon kabhee kam na huway: Faaslay

(bridge)
Behtay baadaloan mein bhee; Baar haa yuun lagay
Saaree bhuulee tasverain; Manzar-e-aam pay

(verse 3)
Intizaar aur aarza kee oarh mein
Ikk malaal aur lazwaal aas mein

(pre-chorus)
Mein nay socha hoon faraar, Maanee haar tum sab say
Par yeh dekho kaisa pyar, Hon na paar raastay

(chorus)
Kiyon kabhee tham na sakay: Azaar yeh
Kiyon kabhee kam na huway: Faaslay

(bridge)
Behtay baadaloan mein bhee; Baar haa yuun lagay
Saaree bikhree tasverain; Waqt kay jaam mein

Dye Corduroy's "Khasoosee Nashriyaat" - Tranmission #1: Toofan (mp3/lyrics)

2010-10-31T15:57:00.000-04:00

Dye Corduroy - Toofan

Genre: Alternative Rock, Folk-Rock

Album: Khasoosee Nashriyaat

Sources: Toofan @ SoundCloud (stream/download)

http://soundcloud.com/dye-corduroy/dye-corduroy-toofan

Mp3 for keeps:

Down a 320kbps high quality mp3 @ 4shared.

Lyrics:

Hum nay dekhay kaisay toofan yeh
Hum nay jhailay kaisay imtihaan yeh
Bikhray, simmtay kitnee baar baar yeh
Duubay neelay gehray aasman mein

Tayree zameen hai ya mayree kahani

Jo tum nay bahaya lahu tha ya paanee?

(chorus)

Mayrey shehr kay bhoolay baynaam panchee

Mayrey andhair mein duubay khayalon kay saathee

Mayree dushwaar hayat kay raazdaan

Mayrey angaar andaaz kay hum bayan

Sacha no jhoota, behka eemaan yeh

Suraj mein pakkay rang ho armaan kay

Har sawaal ka jawab ikk naya kiyon sawaal yeh

Inquilaab kay yeh khwab, bay hasaab par saraab yeh

Tayree zameen hai ya mayree kahani

Jo tum nay bahaya: Lahu tha ya paanee?

Apnay iraadon kee dhaal kay peechay

Kharray hain woh waaday jo hum nay kiyey

(chorus)

Mayrey shehr kay bhoolay baynaam panchee

Mayrey andhair mein duubay khayalon kay saathee

Mayree dushwaar hayat kay raazdaan

Mayrey angaar andaaz kay hum bayan

Mayrey andaikhay raston kay

Mayrey maazee ko dhoondtay

Mayrey sayon kay baytaaj badshah

Mayra roshnee ko tarsa nagar

My tumblr-mixtape while I do the dishes...

2010-06-11T02:45:00.000-04:00

If you've stumbled here yourself or were pushed - either way, go check out my tumblr mix tape whilst I fix all the file-den mp3 links for the blog - perseverance, my precious-es.

Everything in Two's

2010-03-29T23:04:00.002-04:00

It's been a pleasant Monday - which is always hard to fathom. Between discovering the painfully beautiful Lost promo from season 1 (expect to see the video here soon) & revamping the tumblelog I also came across two decadently good tracks - from The National & The Gaslight Anthem - two of my multitude of darling bands. Listen now. Thank me later.

The Gaslight Anthem - American Slang

The National - Bloodbuzz Ohio

In a sense/In essence/Innocence

2010-02-21T19:14:00.000-05:00

The subliminal essence of days that pass me by are stuck like gum to my shoes.

Like taffy to my soul.

Like shadow to the minarets.

Lemme

2010-02-16T16:54:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by Azul dc

Digging a Ditch in Reverse

2010-02-11T17:51:00.000-05:00

To begin with, things were pretty smudgy

And sludgy n' cold

Fugly racist man (old, white paranoid freak) was out walking his black dog - I twirled the shovel at 'em till they scooted the f**k away

The sun was defiantly beating at angles others than on or around my white war-zone

But I kept rocking that shovel

Till it was all good

The freaking End

The Lost Supper

2010-02-10T17:56:00.001-05:00

Turns out my favorite TV shows have been employing depictions of The Last Supper to thumbnail the finale and outcomes of the show/characters.

With Sopranos, I was able to decipher the infamous final episode with the help of the first episode, when actually this painting (the last supper) appeared in the debut episode.

Battlestar with its reflective mythology and colossal character drives used this as well.

And now, in the same vein, Lost gives us The Lost Supper. And definitely along with it, a lot of hidden answers.

Last night...

2010-02-10T17:08:00.002-05:00

The Attic Door

2010-02-09T22:40:00.000-05:00

The proverbial attic door leads where? to matters of the heart or the heart of the matter... to the industrial mind, wallowing in the rust of the misery in refrain.

The attic door leads here... where the harsh skies bleed white & perceptions blur. How you wish you could reverse, erase or rewind till...

The attic door leads home.

Twiggy Horizon

2010-02-09T12:58:00.002-05:00

Pointy Horizon

2010-02-09T12:55:00.002-05:00

Mixer

2010-02-08T01:11:00.001-05:00

This is an ode to all the mixtapes I made...

Small Blue Things...

2010-02-06T15:56:00.005-05:00

Two absolute apt & darling little ditties to warm up the icy sound-waves

Ida - The Blizzard of '78

Aboslute restrained blistering bouts of infectious indie sensibilities, a semi-epic clocking in at just above 7 minutes.

Fixing an eye on the hopeful/In a heartless room you'll be done soon
The snow is falling down/And the whole damn town is covered with white
It's obvious that trust is the catch and the magnet/ That could pull you through this braille night
Where nothing's free and you just can't see/How to sacrifice what you need to be

Check out Ida on myspace

About the female voice of the band: Elizabeth Mitchell is an American singer, composer, and guitarist for the New York indie band Ida [1]. While a student at Brown University, Mitchell performed as a duo with fellow class of 1990 classmate Lisa Loeb, called Liz and Lisa. Mitchell sang backup on Lisa Loeb's first hit, "Stay (I Missed You)", which topped the charts from the soundtrack to Reality Bites.

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And ofcourse Suzanne Vega's return to brilliance, her re-interpretations of classic dwindling eclectic folk brilliance... for people who have understood the evolution of alternative and viable AND the kiddies out there discovering the joy of indie, give this dittie a spin and grab the record.

Suzanne Vega - Small Blue Thing

I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against your fingers
I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky
I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light…

From the official website www.suzannevega.com
Suzanne Vega reinterprets her best-loved songs in imaginative and intimate renderings The first of 4 CDs in Suzanne’s Close-Up Series. Vol. 1: Love Songs includes: "Marlene on the Wall," "Caramel," "Gypsy" and "Small Blue Thing."
"These are songs that I have written over the years and now re-recorded. I wanted to give you, the listener, a small sort of gift These are the songs I consider love songs, although they are also songs of attraction, flirtation, and confrontation. Thanks for listening."
With Love,
SUZANNE

The sepia toned longing...

2010-02-06T14:43:00.000-05:00

Watching the whites come down...

2010-02-06T01:09:00.000-05:00

Point Pleasant Beach, NJ, is in the eye of a snow storm with blizzard warnings, mega-winter storm alerts & what not. Feh. What better time to lapse-slap the snow. around and what not... Watch this space for updates as the snow will surely pile up to supposed colossal amounts. Or go get a life...

The Invisible Eye

2010-01-30T18:00:00.002-05:00

In a hole far away in a daydream of desperate indecision
In a war of a world gone mad growing all out of its precision
(dye corduroy - dirty street-lites)

S(K)now...

2010-01-30T17:04:00.000-05:00

Delocations of the Dislocated

2010-01-28T12:57:00.001-05:00

Possibly the most demented, devious and dark thoughts brood from the sunniest of days... like a head-gash off'a thick and dry tree bark with all its echoing glories of splinters and winters gone by. And the misery thus seeks company and finds a corner bar by the wayside. Or the Ark. Point Pleasant Beach is pretty but ain't that endearing.

Ali Azmat in Seattle

2010-01-14T20:24:00.002-05:00

Ali Azmat in Concert

Grr

Time for Sweed-dish...

2009-12-26T23:30:00.001-05:00

Whats up with Swedes and indie-pop brilliance? Jeebus

This band reminds me of the Magic Numbers with a more obvious raw indierawk crunchy folk-pop feel... numnums!

Consume... concur.

The Sweet Serenades - Balcony Cigarettes

The Sweet Serenades - On My Way
(reminds me of a much more poppier strokes?)

HIGHLY INFECTIOUS to ALL humans and most apes.

The Sweet Serenades - Coming Closer

"Open up the gates and just let it flow... oh... Come Closer..."

The Sweet Serenades - First Taste of Trouble

"Tell me baybeh where you been soo lawng?"

Quoting another site: "The Sweet Serenades was officially formed in Stockholm, Sweden 2002. The sound is mainly influenced by great songs, broken hearts, sexual frustration and musical acts as Tom Waits, Clap your hands say yeah, Arcade Fire, The Strokes, ACDC, Eddie Meduza, ABBA, The Technicolors, The Perishers, The Shins and many more. We call it Jungle Rock. Or testosterone Pop."

Official Site

Downthewholerecordhereonmegaupload thanks to zisuyan.

RIP Brittany Murphy

2009-12-20T22:08:00.001-05:00

RIP Brittany Murphy
Originally uploaded by .icaughtmyself

"Everybody has difficult years, but a lot of the times the difficult years end up being the greatest years of your whole entire life" - Brittany Murphy

The snow-storm before the calm...

2009-12-20T00:29:00.002-05:00

Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy
Crazy storm engulfed South Jersey and now is perched on our head in central-lala-land... Sheebus...

Something, something, something darkside...

2009-12-15T04:10:00.000-05:00

Can't wait to see this... *vehemently downs it*

Letmedowneasy

2009-12-10T22:02:00.001-05:00

P1070090
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy

Fade to green...

2009-11-25T22:22:00.002-05:00

Originally uploaded by uʌ

Dystopic..

2009-11-23T12:06:00.002-05:00

Love Shack.
Originally uploaded by cubagallery

Interstellar megaphone...

2009-11-21T02:28:00.000-05:00

Some post modern lyrical poetry? Hmm? Maybe from an unreleased dye corduroy song? hmm?

Interstellar Megaphone

tick tock & i'm alone

so lonely i've been cloned

i've been on way too long

on my own

she starts to isolate

moments to masturbate

she picks a satellite

to confiscate

i've been in the sun too long

watching constellations form

interstellar megaphone

screaming alien songs

the universe inside your palm

you're my venus yearning calm

Catnap

2009-11-19T03:20:00.003-05:00

Originally uploaded by catherine.caf

Eh? Some Bloglovin'?

2009-11-18T02:31:00.003-05:00

Follow my blog with bloglovin

You've never seen the sky like this before...

2009-11-18T02:15:00.002-05:00

You never seen the sky like this before.
Originally uploaded by ღMayuღ

39 dreams about stumbling...

2009-11-18T00:59:00.000-05:00

Outside the Venetian - The Weirdest Contrast

2009-11-16T04:03:00.002-05:00

Outside Venetian - The Weirdest Contrast

14 days - 7 ways -- Episode Four Prelude: Intro to Alt. Country

2009-11-15T03:43:00.003-05:00

It's been overdue - primarily due to the big move; but here lies unraveled Episode Four. Drifting onwards into more of the whole Alt.country/Americana obsession of mine, this next artist is more country than indie obviously but the drawl of it all is pretty sweet tugging on them heartstrings y'all. In other words - it's all out country, so a heads up, if you're not a country fan than this might be your downward spiral into, if not country, than most certainly Alt. Country.

*Note: at this point, I feel it prudent & essential to make this blogisode a prelude to the actual episode Four and proper intro to Alt. Country

Possibly my favorite genre - my darling alt. country artists include, in no particular order: Neko Case, Ryan Adams, Old 97's, Kathleen Edwards, Hem, Teddy Thompson, Josh Ritter, The Mountain Goats, Lucero, Iron & Wine, Caitlin Cary, Cory Branan and more.

(Wiki says: Alternative country is a term used to describe a number of country music subgenres that tend to differ from mainstream or pop country music. The term is sometimes known as alt-country and has included country music bands and artists that have incorporated influences ranging from American roots music, bluegrass, rock & roll, rockabilly, acoustic music, americana, honky-tonk, alternative rock, folk rock and punk rock.)

It'll be preposterous NOT to post some of my favorite alt-country tunes right here, right now. Ofcourse that again will be hundreds of songs, but let's start with the basic starter pack.

Mid-Blogisode Special - Alt. Country Starter Pack

Neko Case - This Tornado Loves You

key-lyric: besides the dazzling opening lyric "My love I am the speed of sound...", deep into the first verse Neko says: "I have waited with a glacier's patience... smashed every transformer with every trailer till nothing was standing... 65 miles wide" (the whole song is lushfully brilliant)

Old 97's - Designs on You

key-lyric: "You can go ahead and get married & this'll be our secret thing... I won't tell a soul except the people in the night club where I sing"

Ryan Adams - Dear Chicago

key-lyric: "You know the girl you said I'd meet someday, well I got something to confess; I picked her up on friday, she asked me if she reminded me of you - I just laughed & lit a cigarette, said that's impossible to do"

Kathleen Edwards - Goodnight, California

key-lyric: "You don't even have to speak, if you keep looking at me..."

Hem - So. Central Rain

R.E.M. cover - So. Central Rain is one of the most gracefully brilliant songs ever written.

So blogisode four shall descend later with a little bit of Caitlin & Will and a whole lot more of Alt. Country. Grr.

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was prelude to blogisode four. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Prelude: Intro. to Alt. Country/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

Tower of the Hour

2009-11-13T14:31:00.002-05:00

Somewhere over Greenland...

2009-11-11T03:41:00.002-05:00

20 ways to kill Smiley...

2009-11-07T19:35:00.001-05:00

I recently (re)discovered these scribbles I did back in first year of med skool... i'm thinking the year 2000. Sheesh. This was probably done in class. Notice how the art gets hasty and less detailed as the period progresses. Pretty intense and disturbing. Heh.

20 WAYS TO KILL SMILEY

by Adil Salik

Ye’ Old Gun-Shot

Commentary/Result: You more or less blow his brains out and paint the wall in yellow splattered goo...

Ye’ Samurai Slashing Sword

Commentary/Result: Not too messy, highly effective. Clean, sweet, very anime-inspired...

Ye’ Old kick-in-the-face

Commentary/Result: Ofcourse these are repeated no holds barred kicks in the head and face. Death probably occurs by brain haemorrhage, head injuries and excruciating facial pain? Ye’

Ye' punch-to-death maneuver

Commentary/Result: Very much like the kicking in of the face/head. More hands on approach. Expect bloody knuckles.

Ye’ old trusty elbow-till-death-occurs phenomenon

Commentary/Result: Much less messy on the hands. Less painful for the attacker/assassin.

Ye’ ever-reliable poison

Commentary/Result: Very old school but effective.

Ye’ horizontal slash

Commentary/Result: Soundeffects optional *kheet* *snikt* *skhopt*

Ye’ vertical slash

Commentary/Result: Fancier than the horizontal slash. Required more precision, accuracy and a steady hand. More force as you go through the skill, meninges, brain, frontal bone, nose, occipital bone, pharynx/larynx, tongue, neck, possible the top of the spinal cord, maxilla, mandible, you could pass through teeth...

Ye’ old broken-bottle-stabbing method

Commentary/Result: This probably would happen if he would hit on Ms. Pacman and Pacman would be in the same bar, be really drunk and would ofcourse, have a bottle handy.

Ye’ burst

Commentary/Result: You should have thought of this simple, fun & piercing suggestion before.

Ye’ TNT !!!

Commentary/Result: This picture was probably taken moments before his insides became the outsides. And the room he was in.

Ye’ dynamite-shoved-ears-&-death-by-pain-bleeding-anticipation-&-fear

Commentary/Result: Now we're talkin. This is definitely the more creative/psychotic/torture-ridden pleasing way to send him off. Multiple factors ensue.

Ye’ old nightstick (lathi-charge)

Commentary/Result: This is ofcourse the multi-ethnic baton/night-stick/lathi-charge method... Seen it happen. Not fun for recipient. More coz' with every hit you squirm and bend towards hit side and thereby present/expose the other side for another full on hit. And so on...

Ye’ old hanging the poor feller

Commentary/Result: Classic.

Ye’ snake-squeeze

Commentary/Result: Bone crushingly good and effective. Factors of strangulation, pulverization and collapsing lungs all play in topped with sticky slimy fear & clouded judgement.

Ye’ bee bite ! (plenty)

Commentary/Reuslt: It'd have to be repeated bites. And some very angry bees.

Ye’ vampire bite

Commentary/Result: This was done in 2000 so its very NOT gay twilight/vampire-diaries/wannabe-pop-fascination of vampires oriented. This is pure Bram Stoker stuff.

Ye’ boot pelting

Commentary/Result: Preferably construction shoes, snow shoes, diggers etc. Stilettos may work too.

Ye’ old repeated-baseball-in-face

Commentary/Result: Inherintly pleasing, the baseball bat swing and crack is always a good way to go. Good excercise as well.

Ye’ hammering the head with 9 inch nails

Commentary/Result: Again, 2000, so not at all SAW-esque in nature. Or any other gory flick that I haven't seen. Probably inspired/will inspire them. Wait for this is SAW VII.

Mujhay Eidee Do...

2009-09-21T07:12:00.004-04:00

mein nay saarey rozay rakhein hain
mein nay saaree baatein manee hain
meyrey dil mein kitna eemaan hai
phir bhee itna yeh pareshaan hai

mujhey soney do
buss roney do
sab honey do
mujhey soney do

mein ney saaree raatein jagee hain
mein ney saaree baatein manee hai
mera andar bahir weeraan hai
abey tu kiyon itna heeraan hai?

dekho bahir kitnee sardee hai
kitnee pyaree tayree wardee hai
har shakhs kee aik hee qeemat hai
dekho yahaan kitnee qurbat hai...

tayrey sadqey jaey tayree maa
mayree haar tayree haan
ghaflaton ke dekho maang
kabhee kam na ho yehaaaan ...

maana maana tayree marzee hai
teyray peechay teyra darzee hai
mera jeevan kitna khalee hai
thora aslee thora jalee hai

Pylons...

2009-09-13T08:21:00.003-04:00

this plaster cast on my heart
is scribbled upon with distraught
but it covers my own defeat
red trickling down my two feet

the sun sets across
(half a world away)
I'll wait in the dark

the pylons explode
as my faith departs

My Monsoon Mixtape of Love: The Defintive Mid-Season Special....

2009-07-30T05:00:00.024-04:00

Since the "14 days - 7 ways" series has been quite popular, I've decided to stretch it out a little. There has been some absolutely brilliant new music that's been coming out & i've been trying my best to wrap my zen around it. So, in appreciation of some tracks that have been on heavy rotation in my head & in my car & at night when I slip to sleep, let me dangle these beauties in front of you to pick ripe & feed on...

Also - I mentioned that there is a secret catalog of Dye Corduroy's country/alt. country songs that I've written & tucked away. I've decided to surface some of the tracks from the series - Havoc County. If anyone wants lyrics, please let me know & I shall post them.

So here they are, the dye corduroy alt. country ditty complete with slide guitar & heavy breathing (heh) & a few gems of tracks to slap on your ipod/whatevermp3deviceyouuse/iprepferthecreativezen & go driving in the rain/sun/humiditylikeatonofbricksburstingyourhairintoanafro:

(You can stream the mp3s or download them by right-click & save target as all you want)

Dye Corduroy - Havoc County
key-lyric - "razorblades & blunt perceptions/ easy girls & congruent men... havoc medicine"
Alternative country

Garrison Starr - Unchangeable
key-lyric - "everybody is laughing out loud to hide all the fear they feel/ everybody has made up their minds on what to believe is real"
Alternative pop

Death Cab for Cutie - My Mirror Speaks
key-lyric - "i always fall in love with an open door...."
Indie

Sarah Blasko - We Won't Run
key-lyric - "there is far to go now, let's not waste a minute more..."
Indie-pop

Bim - The Battle
key-lyric - "did i win the battle or lose the war? i am unsure"
Indie-electro-acoustic pop

Claire Burson - 1000 miles

key-lyric- "listen to your records in the dark and think of us"
Alt. country

Palomar - Our Haunt
key-lyric - "with you gone i lost my peace of mind/ but we all... walk on... walk on..."
Alternative

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Mid-Season Special/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

14 days - 7 ways -- Episode Three

2009-07-08T10:34:00.009-04:00

Well out rolls another blogisode & things are getting more lush here. I realized that there will have to be many such series as the 7-episode circus of indie that I'm ring-leading here... to actually give you a peek of the myriad of indie music I have & adore. & which deserves to be heard & had & adored.

Anyway, after this series, there's probably going to be a few Dye Corduroy postings with new songs & maybe a video... & then season 2 of 14 days... Here's episode three & this artist is a ripper - & btw you can right-click & save as the mp3s all you want:

Featured Artist: Kate Tucker

Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden hail from the Northwest corner of Seattle, Washington, amidst the fisherman and sailors of Ballard. They play lush indie pop with shimmering melodies, sparkling soundscapes, and beats like a train on a track.

Formed in 2006, their self-titled debut was produced by Ryan Hadlock (Blonde Redhead, Metric, The Gossip), and features Nic Danielson of the Kindness Kind and Seattle folk luminary Damien Jurado.

Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden - Everything Went Down

key lyric: ".. Now you know can't be late..."

Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden - Faster than Cars

key lyric "... & your heart was beating faster than cars drive... "

And of course this track also serves as a preview to the series finale' (the one with covers dummy), Kate covered Bruce Springsteen, possibly one of my favorite songs of all time:

Kate Tucker - I'm on Fire

key lyric "... at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet & a freight train running through the middle of my head... "

http://www.myspace.com/katetuckermusic

P.S. I have desperately searching for her record online - so if anyone has a link, puh-lease holler-back. For evaluation purposes ofcourse...

*credits roll for episode 3*

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

14 days - 7 ways -- Episode Two

2009-07-04T13:42:00.007-04:00

Welcome to Blogisode (will this term catch on?) 2... let's jump straight into the indie-goodness...

Featured Artist: Madi Diaz

Nashville-based singer/songwriter Madi Diaz spent her formative years balancing the disparate worlds of her native Pennsylvania Amish country and Boston's prestigious Berklee College of Music. Raised and home-schooled by her liberal musician parents, Diaz, who spent her childhood immersed in books, music, and horses, began composing at the age of 16 after the family relocated to nearby Philadelphia.
It was there that Diaz achieved minor celebrity status as one of the more precocious and engaging students in director Don Argott's hit 2005 documentary about the Paul Green School of Rock Music. While attending Berklee, Diaz spent time in the indie rock outfit Talk Radio before embarking on a solo career in 2006. Check out the sweet tunes below:

Madi Diaz - It's Only a Kiss

Madi Diaz - Love You Now

Madi Diaz - Late Night Driving

Madi Diaz - Side

http://www.myspace.com/madidiaz

Hollerback if you enjoyred this post. I shall see you in two days with blogisode 3 on Kate Tucker. Till' then... keep on driving sideways.

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

14 days - 7 ways -- Episode One

2009-07-02T11:50:00.009-04:00

If you've stumbled upon here, whether by choice or by circumstance of actually wanting to know your indie; you're in for long endearing hours on the couch right under the fan run by the UPS listening to some indie beauties on your creative:zen player... (wait... that's me when the lights go out)

So this is Episode One - let's get to the indie-goodies:

Featured Artist: Emme Packer

Emme Packer was born and raised in Farmington, Utah, a small town just outside of Salt Lake City. As a child, Emme wandered the home singing and making instruments out of boxes and rubber bands. At 13 years old she taught herself how to play the guitar by visualization and memory. She played and sang in her room with no one knowing of her talents until she reached 18 years old when she decided to record an album independently.

You have to start things off with this tune...

Emme Packer - Paper Thin
turn it up & let its melancholy ambiance really sink in to your skin. Go ahead: tell me you've never felt what this songs all about. (& I'll slap you silly & call you a pookie-munky)

Emme Packer - Mix CD
absolutely catchy folk-noir-bubblegum dittie...

Emme Packer - Hate Your Drug
wait for the bass to kick in over the little riff... good'un.

Emme @ myspace: www.myspace.com/emmepacker

Well, that's it for now. I shall see you in 2 days with Madi Diaz. Till' then, don't let them take your electricity AND your music... keep one; preferably the latter.

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

The Dye Corduroy Pinata' Explodes...

2009-05-03T13:08:00.015-04:00

Three new tracks, two new videos, a track in an upcoming compilation cd... it's good to be a dye corduroy fan these days. The creative juices have a lot more songs marinating... 3 in session, 28159219 in hiding.

Dye Corduroy - The Kids Are Crawling (mp3)

Dye Corduroy - Asking for Flowers (live Kathleen Edwards cover)

Dye Corduroy - If You May So Please As If For Sur e (mp3)

Dye Corduroy - Jinn Ko Mayree Talaash Hai (live @ Cafe' Lagoon)

Dye Corduroy - Twilight Busker (mp3)

Of outlaw cowboy bands & busking in twilight.... Dye Corduroy's new track in audio equivalent of technicolor

2009-04-23T11:18:00.010-04:00

Well, its that time again when I lay down my arms & surrender another track into the stratosphere of mp3-hugging aficionados. I refuse to comment on the sentiment in the song as I believe that the artwork blatantly encompasses all. So here it is, give it a spin and see if YOU can somehow factor in:

Dye Corduroy - Twilight Busker

Lyrics: Twilight Busker off of the upcoming record "The Humming Vertigo"

i don't want to listen;
i just wanna get through
i dont have directions; but i know i have to get away from you;
you don't make me feel too good
i don't busk in twilight;
but its best i do
and i don't have a torchlight; but they never come they're never here;
i just wanna disappear

and i don't; don't have much time
gotta get get gotta get get gotta get you; out of my mind
you know i bleed; bleed through the days
and what i need; just slips away

i don't have religion
i just have a clue
i don't have a vision but i know i have to find a way from you
you don't make me feel too good
i don't write love songs
i write fiction that is true
i don't see the future but these words in songs help me veneer
everything i have to fear

i need sometime to think around
how to pick my trembling heart off the ground
the letters you sent
the hurt you never meant
or so i'd so believe;
i found
what comes after you
i've found what comes after you

The Last Ten

2009-03-23T06:33:00.013-04:00

So I had waited patiently for the last ten episodes of Battlestar Galactica to unravel - & yesterday I started watching them. The episode back from the hiatus was truly brilliant - with a dark monkey on its back throughout. I kinda knew Dualla was going to blow he head off... there is this one scene when she comes back to the landed crafts on the wrecked earth... I thought she was going to pull her gun and do it right there.

Interesting discovery: In the 1978 original Battlestar Galactica - there was a character named... yes... Dr. Salik.

Jeez.

So I've seen two of the last ten. I'm going steady 'coz I don't really want it to end. But it has ended. Can't help imagining how much props they had to auction. I think they sold them in Pasadena.

Oh well.

Spin your head around these tunes then:
Kathleen Edwards - Goodnight California
Alanis Morissette - Tapes

Discreet Criminals

2009-03-22T05:20:00.011-04:00

In the beginning of any conversation, or song, or journey, or phone-call, or visit; there always is this moment that crystallizes away from all subsequent ones. The one laden with the sensual weight of both hesitation & haste... where you know what comes next will carry gravity enough to centrifuge your self. Or the other.

That moment is universal & shared & whored, yet is personal, private & indiscriminately intimate. Like the back-board of your closet against which you press your secrets. Covered by the barrage of fabric twisted and turned intricate by collapsing blows of discreet criminality. The one that peers through all of our souls, and gazes endlessly out of your offending eyes.

That moment is what I try to marinate my words & songs into.

Fin.

p.s. trying out the new mp3 player i embedded. These tracks remain on heavy rotation in my car these days:
The Stills - Everything I Build
Jack's Mannequin - Cell Phone
Sparkadia - Too Much To Do

Dye Corduroy's Latest Offering - Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

2008-09-10T10:08:00.013-04:00

The latest Dye Corduroy track is all set and raring to burn holes in your iPods and ears. Beware: The chorus can stick to you like taffy on a hot wet Wednesday.

Its called "Kiya Tum Ho Wohee" & contrary to the obvious its not a lament, it's not about love and all your gooey gremlins, its about alienation of self, friends, people and civilization. Hence the lack of recognition and the query - kiya tum ho wohee?

Stream or right-click-save-target-as to download the mp3:

Dye Corduroy - Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

{lyrics}

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

Darmiyaan;
Mein gumm yahaan;
Ikk kasak kee iss kashish mein khwab saarey;

Baysahaarey

Raastay;
Dhoop dhullay;
Waqt kay iss dasht mein who dhoondtay hain;

Behtay dhaarey

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Maaverah;
Bay bahaa;
Silsiloan kay sahiloan pay woh khara hai;

Aik kinaarey

Ghair mein;
Andhair jahaan;
Manziloan kee chaoon mein bhee jaltay bhujtay;

Yeh iraaday

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Aasmaan;
Par hai ikk nishaan;
Kehkashaan kee goad mein say chinn kay bikhjray;

Tootay taarey

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Reservoir of the Uncanny

2008-06-09T02:38:00.004-04:00

It is that time of the year again where I take my band Dye Corduroy out for a walk on the surface. Comfortable perched in the the Atlantis of indie-rock, it remains the secret that I rarely share. However, with only 589 odd songs left to record & time turning turtle, I am tempted again to throw the brilliance on to your satellite.

The Reservoir of Dye Corduroy songs - (this will be regularly updated as there are only 60 odd mp3s left to be uploaded)

http://dyecorduroy.4shared.com

www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy

Also join the group Dye Corduroy on facebook.

Incessant Catching Up

2008-05-06T03:30:00.005-04:00

*Pets Blog*

I've been away. From the blog. Not from the place or state I am in. What all happened? I ran over a squirrel, the country plunged into further political bastardization amidst a tiny ray of hope, we endured a tosser-kid at a wedding, I wrote more brilliant songs, Sab Jhoot Hai - the urdu-rocker cracks into emails tomorrow, Kathleen Edwards, Glen Hasnard & REM on the soundwaves.

And of course... I got into Battlestar Galactica. Frakkin' awesome.

So more sounds & ephemeral views soon.

Very soon.

Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian - The Video

2008-02-19T02:50:00.002-05:00

self made, self taught, self thought, self selved, self served

post-traumatic/rebuilding

2008-02-05T12:17:00.000-05:00

With bonds that were bound in felicity, to travels that were spun in gold sunsets & crystalline gossamers of delight. To the sound of the world exploding. Til' the last beat of the last savior. This is the part where you rebuild... with no motives & and no inspiration. This is the stone on which you bleed your strokes of genius to no avail and to no premise. Ambling. Waving. Wavering. Vanishing.

The democratic war-horse is now inside the veins of the vain. The militant pig is on the loose.

Rudd-er

2007-09-07T18:20:00.000-04:00

Films last seen I Could Never be Your Woman
Caligula

Shows i'm watching

Entourage season 4
ATHF Season 1
O.C. Season 4 (probably at the rate of one episode per WEEK)

I managed to get my hands on some uber kool documentaries. The BBC series What the ancients did is very engaging, especially the Islam episode. I didn't know we made perfume, camera obscuras (the box not the band), petrol & diesel (via DISTILLATION), wind energy and what not. We rock. Pining to watch the Lost Civilization documentaries and the Egypt docus. Num num.

Interesting finding of the day: I saw Lost season 3 a WHILE back so every episode is not crystal clear now. I don't commit every single thing to memory like I did (had to do) with Sopranos. Anywho: I was reading Tim Goodman's Bastard Machine and the comments section to the post about Lost 301 as it came back from the infamous 4 toed statue/Sayid praying on boat/head-masked Jack/Kate/Sawyer. I didn't realize 'Tom' is gay. Check this hilarious comment out:

-- Oh and Tom "Your not my type, Kate" the Other has to be the gay character the producers have been hinting at. I hope LOST doesn't go all "Brokeback Vito" on us like 'The Sopranos' did. --

Heh. Brokeback Vito. OFcourse all you Sopranos-nay-sayers won't get this. If you have not seen Sopranos you shouldn’t even BE on this blog site reading this. GIT. MUSH.

I HAVE to have the entire season in hand for me to start watching a show. I stareted watching heroes on a 7 dvd box set - my friend had to borrow the last disc. Since then I have been stuck on 3 episodes although I know i can only watch 2 epis a night - max 3. Especially with the second job starting up for round 2 of dual suckage/butpaysmoney/sucksthelifeouttame. So now that I have Entourage season 4, since the finale aired on Sept 2nd.- I shall proceed to devour it. I saw the first two episodes last night and they were smashingly good albeit there was a severe lackage of Ari Gold screen time. Piven is REAALLLY good. (Please notice the randomness of the paragraph i just yapped)

Which brings me to the point - when will Hollywood recognize the gynormous talent that Paul Rudd is? His adlib and his one liners and his references and his acting - ARGH - come on already. After Diggers, I Could Never Be Your Woman really shows what a talent he is. P.S. This is not a chick flick - just a general feel good movie and Rudd makes the movie. He's funny as eff. Who cares about Pfeiffer. Feh. People: Rudd has arrived. Open your eyes already, its been 11 years.

I have finally figured out the Sopranos ending. I will make you wait for at least as long as I went nerve-wrecked-crazy figuring it out. Away with you.

The Power of Chawal-Masr

2007-08-30T17:26:00.000-04:00

You guys I'm seriously... i think chawal-masr may be my favorite food of all time. Of course add a couple (6) chicken nuggets or kebabs and lemon. Dang nammit. Gentlemen! Behold! (Aqua Teen Hunger Force reference). Aliph pointed out so many times; his general wondering if people got my humor so I have decided to add references and footnotes in parenthesis. Sic. (this whole dialogue was although not fabricated but was actually a hit at your low intellect or lack of it thereof)

So i wrote this silly poem today:

Silly Poem

Do you think the clouds have faces?
Shaped like memories and roadsides you once walked by
They would then look down on these places
And wash the pain with water from the sky
Do you think you have won this skirmish?
The sun shone off your guile and caught my eye
I knew the shame in this summer would never finish
How when i would wake you, you'd start to cry

The counting backwards from 10 to one
The odds were stuck in our sides like a radio song
The chords of which are played for fun
But words of which like knives twist on and on

ANYWHO: The pin'ata of love overflows today. the goodie bag is bursting open. The num-nums have landed. You're ungrateful but i need you so i'll love you and i'll feed you. (Ramble sarcasm humor intended)

I have spent 2 years searching for this album (as a free ingratitude mp3 down of course). As an angst(pseudo) filled 18 year old I lufffffffed Tracy Bonham's The Burdens of Being Upright - I thought it was smashingly good. This third offering weds her velvety voice tone with beautiful acoustic melodies and lush orchestrations. Hubba hubba.

Blink the Brightest is the third album by American singer/songwriter Tracy Bonham. It was released on June 21, 2005.

Tracy Bonham - Blink the Brightest

1. "Something Beautiful" (Bonham, Marc Copely, Greg Wells) – 4:17
2. "I Was Born Without You" (Bonham) – 3:45
3. "And The World Has The Nerve To Keep Turning" (Bonham) – 4:46
4. "Eyes" (Bonham) – 3:44
5. "Take Your Love Out On Me" (Bonham) – 4:32
6. "Whether You Fall" (Bonham) – 3:35
7. "Dumbo Sun" (Bonham, Martin Hynes) – 3:31
8. "All Thumbs" (Bonham, Wells) – 2:51
9. "Naked" (Bonham) – 3:57
10. "Shine" (Bonham) – 4:21
11. "Wilting Flower" (Bonham) – 3:04
12. "Did I Sleep Through It All?" (Bonham, Wells) – 3:20

Download via Sharebee
Tracy Bonham - Blink the Brightest
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The second offering holds the REM cover song Wall of Death which was one of the first songs I discovered the magic of harmonies and acuestick bliss (used to play it in 1997-1999 with Omer Waziri who incidentally moved to Australia and lost COMPLETE touch - if you read this Omer Waziri: GET THE F**K IN TOUCH).

Beat the Retreat: Songs by Richard Thompson
Various Artists - Folk

1. Shoot Out The Lights - X
2. Wall Of Death - R.E.M.
3. When The Spell Is Broken - Bonnie Raitt
4. Turning Of The Tide - Bob Mould
5. For Shame Of Doing Wrong - Syd Straw/Evan Dando
6. Down Where The Drunkards Roll - Los Lobos
7. Beat The Retreat - June Tabor
8. Genesis Hall - June Tabor
9. I Misunderstood - Dinosaur Jr.
10. Madness Of Love, The - Graham Parker
11. Just The Motion - David Byrne
12. Valerie - Beausoleil
13. Heart Needs A Home, A - Shawn Colvin/Loudon Wainwright III
14. Dimming Of The Day - Five Blind Boys Of Alabama
15. Farewell, Farewell - Maddy Prior/Martin Carthy
16. Great Valerio, The - Maddy Prior/Martin Carthy

Down it with Sharebee
http://sharebee.com/772c7cfd

Well - don't y'all be saving my picture on your foreign desktops y'all. It's creepy. And remember: The Bun Is In Your Mind (Aqua Teen Hunger Force reference)

Sick Of Sleeping In

2007-08-27T17:12:00.000-04:00

Watching these days: (shows)

Robotech - The New Generation

OC Season 4

Heroes Season 1

X-men Evolution

Drawn Together Season 1

Robot Chicken Season 2

Getting: (shows)

Arrested Development Season 1
X-Men Evolution Season 2
Drawn Together Season 2
Robot Chicken Season 3
TMNT - Anime - Season 6
The Comeback (HBO)

Tweeting on my Zen (Creative Mp3 player that kicks iPod's ASS)

Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War

Neko Case - The Fox Confessor Brings the Flood

Trespassers Williams - Different Stars and Having (Put it on before going to sleep and drown)

Snow Patrol - Eyes Open

Movies Last Seen:

The Darwin Awards
The Big Bad Swim

Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer
Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny
Lonely Hearts

If you download one song today:

Eddie Vedder featuring Corin Tucker - Hard Sun (OST - Into The Wild)

Starting to dig what I downloaded today:

The Lucksmiths last record - Warmer Corners: Think Fountains of Wayne meets Belle and Sebastian with an Aussie accent and dynamic sensibilities of the lovechild of the Smiths and the Stars (Stars minus all aspects of electro).

Twisted Soliloquies

2007-08-24T17:40:00.000-04:00

Enigmatic antagonist. Sociopathic wallflower. Discontent and the gummy remains of your chewed soul. Anti-heroes. The fog of war. The slim of your waste. The shape of your face. Low grade pyrotechnics in your quiver. The shiver in your arms. warmth of your legs. Dying by the sword. Living like a feather. Push the pedal. Pull the pin. Ambiguity trumps certainty.

And the pain of my absence; let it be balmed by the uncanny sense of humor. The excerpts from my ramblings today:

adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
what kinda gay metrosexual toe sucking fool goes to a JAZZ fest
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
what were you hoping to achieve? hook up with old black bassists or frail ginger vimen
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
or no vimen at all.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
*makes this part of the caht blogworthy*
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
*except for that typo*
Aliph says:
wot u have on ur mind
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i want to kill everyone around me
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
and speed up the net
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
thats one
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i want to kill david chase and get all the alternate endings for sopranos
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
thats two
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i want everything ever made on dvd except maybe MASH at my place
Aliph says:
Msg 512, Level 16, State 1, Line 1
Subquery returned more than 1 value. This is not permitted when the subquery follows =, !=, <, <= , >, >= or when the subquery is used as an expression.
Aliph says:
getting this stupid error
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
oh THAT
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
just replace the < with $% anbd add 9 .*) to the quation which makes it <=1 = !
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
DUH
Aliph says:
very smart
Aliph says:
...................................NOT
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
layyymmeee
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
man
Aliph says:
from the wise words of BORAT
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
that was good sopranos article
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i hated borat
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
i thought it was the most stupid pointless unfunny movie ever made
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
.
Aliph says:
VARY NYCEEEEEEEEE
Aliph says:
how much?
adiL / the shepherd of my despair says:
THERE I SAID IT

Recommended Reading: This Great Sopranos Article - The Long Con

The Many Understated Simplex

2007-08-23T17:38:00.000-04:00

The drudge of it all is way too deafening in its miniature silences to redefine the days. They are alien and primitive and new and pale and pixelated. When you add little crumbling mysteries that leave no answer behind - it becomes quite a biatch. No?

I have spent 2 days (separate days) reading up on the Sopranos finale. WTF? What actually happened? Where are the alternate endings? Why the hell won't Chase just come out and say it now... he's HAD his fun. He's had his extended 6 (7) season run as well. Gawd. Amongst the myriad of theories, I agree with various parts of most of them --- its a trickster.

I DID register the weird time cut as Tony enters Holsten's; looks at the seating area and then WHAM there he is already sitting there.

I did notice something about this shirt - as if he was wearing a different shirt.

I did notice the way that Tony, Carm and AJ ate their onion rings - one go, whole. (the wafer-communion theory)

Ofcourse I did notice all the weird suspicious people at Holsten's. I did notice the Members Only guy overshadow AJ as he came in; and everything he did after that - he caught Tony's eye 3 to 4 times easily and was always in AJ's backdrop.

I did recall when Bobby and Tony are talking about getting whacked in a previous episode and how they show a flashback of that in the previous episode - " You probably don't even hear it..."

My questions:

- Whats the purpose of Meadow not being able to get the parallel parking right - and her being hell-bent on getting it right, almost with anxiety on her face? (ALSO: As she runs in, didn't you think she was gonna get hit by that SUV - that freaked me out the most)

- Why is the Members Only guy so prominently present - only to add to the paranoia or to actually hit Tony?

- What the hell is up with the orange cat?

In the end; all I can say is... I guess... I CANT MAKE UP MY MIND. I DON'T KNOW. I deviate towards the open ended life goes on theory - and I would NOT mind a movie although its pretty much not going to happen in my opinion.

Here are a few of my favorite links though; I STRONGLY urge you to visit these - i.e. if you are a Soprano fan. If you're not - get the f**k off my blog. Go to Hall Road and buy all the seasons, spend a week watching them, come back here and yearn.

A Lesson A Day: Shot by Shot Analysis of the Final Scene

Tony Soprano didn’t just get whacked; he practically got a funeral

Hollywood Elsewhere: A nice discussion in the comments

The secret "alternate" ending to The Sopranos

Eureka! - Solving the Sopranos

The Wikipedia page on "Made in America" - the last Sopranos episode

AND the all important - David Chase speaks after his exile to France - but doesen't say much. I swear if I ever see him....

David Chase Speaks ! http://blog.nj.com/alltv/2007/06/david_chase_speaks.html

In the end I leave you my fairweather friends with the ditty of the day - an amazing song that I had on back to back atleast 20 spins. DO NOT MISS the extravagantly understated and beautiful guitar doodles in the left channel circa 1:52-2:14.

Maritime - Aren't We All Found out - http://sharebee.com/28254798

Band: Maritime
Background information
Origin Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
United States
Genre(s) Indie pop
Acoustic Rock
Years active 2003–Present

Letters Never Meant...

2007-08-21T17:23:00.000-04:00

Today in a lonely electronic mailbox near Mississauga border, a letter never meant appeared. Suheyla Pakdil, who the f**k are you?

Dear Vera and Pepe,

CONGRATULATIONS! Thank you very much for both invitations. I wish you all the best and very happy life together for many, many years to come.

I will only be attending to February 2nd 2008 Reception.

Regards
Suheyla Pakdil

Either this was a freak accident or Aliph really is Vera..... hitting some serious Pepe. Heh.

So my insolent minions (I should stop dissing my blog readers....); give this track a spin and be the judge: Does it warrant precious airplay on my wedding day? This is ofcourse the 3rd remake of Dashboard Confessional's sweet sugar-high croon-bit "Stolen"

Dashboard Confessional featuring Juli - Stolen
Sharebee

And a taste of whats to come, heres a leak of a song from the upcoming DC album (under the shade of the poison tree.... or sumthin)

Dashboard Confessional - Thick as Theives
Sharabee sharebee glory

Well, I have been immersed in the magical world of Divx, downing X-Men Evolution, Drawn Together, The Comeback and TMNT anime amongst the myriad of beautiful conspiracy illuminate/religious/political/space/et al documentaries. GRR RAWR.

I really don't feel up to it tonight... nopes. No indulging you fumbling foaming-at-the-mouth fools. Away. Away with you.

P.S. I MAY be nice to all of you tomorrow.

Cloud 6 Comedown

2007-08-20T17:08:00.000-04:00

Once upon a time there was a little Umme. She was a cute little itty bitty birdie wirdie. One day she went to her Cha Cha's shaadee and was amazed and astonished when she saw the "dulhan". Then the dulhan came to live with them and she was even more astounded by this person: she doesn't have to do anything but look pretty, wear jewelery, lavish clothes and just be. She used to sneak inside her room and try on her jewelery and pick out clothes for her. It was all so surreal so she decided to do something about it. She had made up her little mind and she announced it out loud: As of this day my name is "DULHAN" and everyone better call me that. I think that time lasted for 2 years... she would only respond to Dulhan. If anyone would call her Umme, super sonic shreiks ensued and she'd say" CALL ME DULHAN. I'm DULHAN." It was fun and cute but got a little toooooo cute. One day her dad dantofied her and issued an embargo - no more dulhan. And the little funny bird knew it was fun no more... and became Umme again.

The End

IN OTHER NEWS:

Dashboard macked up with Juli to further coax me that Stolen should be played at my wedding. Furthermore: A new Dashboard Confessional song got leaked onto the net today. This is too tantalizing. New Rilo Kiley and Stereophonics is mine. Have to lend an ear to them soon enough. I shall post the Dashboard Confessional singles tomorrow along with some robotic chicken delights. The new Counting Crows is beckoning with a single available - Come Around. Good is.

Anywhoo... so thats the deal with all these mackies? Mackin' up my dvds all the time. If you are reading this.... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE... YOU KNOW WHO i'm TALKIN ABOUT. Stop taking all my DVDS!!!

According to Aliph; Imik's album is gay and according to me HE is gay. So thats that. We're thinking for a kool domain name for our Paki neo film noir horror disco romance film site - I suggested Intizaar Farmayey and Kaalee Pateeli. They were shrugged off... I dunno why... honestly. I also "cracked" the stage 6 divx site and am drowning in adult swim, robot chicken and aqua teen hunger force. YAY!

So my infidelic infidelities. Tee hee. I shall bring forth goodies tomorrow. Hark!

Spitting in a Wishing Well

2007-08-17T17:27:00.000-04:00

I've been tired since the minute i woke
I stop listening, the moment you spoke..

God. Robot Chicken. Mae. Singularity. Arrested Development. Dirty Paper Cup. Tracy Bonham. Blink the Brightest. Pull the Pin. Stereophonics. Aliph. Goals. 15. Stick Figures. Freehand. Nirvana. Just Surrender. Emily Haines. Neko Case. R.E.M. Dirty Girls. Courtney Love. Hungry. Weekend. Breathe. Sleep. Eat. Get Him Eat Him. I Spy. Hold on. Thicken. Exile. Thanks Asim. Tori Amos. Scarlet's Web. No Secrets. No Cell Phones. Extra Cheese. Plain Salted. Cities Burn. My Dashboard Confessional. My silverfuck. Goodnight. 2 Days Away. 2 Jobs again. Batch 2 From Hell. Uncashed Cheques. Unmatched Heartache.

Wild Like Children...

2007-08-16T16:58:00.000-04:00

Feral days. Its the end of August. And everything after... well, its everything isn't it? All that is left & nothing left behind. The end is the beginning is the end. And we will be wild like children...

Left to Right: Maryam, Hamza, Minal with Faizaan in the front. Faizaan is my eldest brothers son while the rest are my sisters kids. The runts.

So that receptionist guy, this is what he wrote... brace yourself... aaaandd... GO:

when a patient "come" on the reception over problems and all the situation are discuss the receptionist then the receptionist all situation easily listen and no disturb once created for this action. when a angry patient come into the reception and give your argument of receptionist for example the room tags are not attached the room my attendance are not easily reached the room so the receptionist first step is sir i am sorry and you are go to room and your problems is over problems i am coming and solve your problems make a give minutes and the....

Best.

So today, my fugly furry fiends, we have Let's Go Sailing's debut record The Chaos in Order.

"Let's go sailing is full of rainbows and fairies. But it also has a darker side...It is full of lost and neglected stuffed animals found at the side of the road."

In November of 2002, Shana Levy left indie pop outfit Irving to pursue Let's Go Sailing. She asked friends Tanya Haden, Nikki Monninger (Silversun Pickups), Brent Turner and Byron Reynolds to work on an album's worth of material and soon enough they began recording a demo with Chris Chandler (Flaming Lips/Modest Mouse/Elliott Smith) and Rod Cervera (The Rentals/Weezer). The recording process quickly gained momentum and, with the help of Chris and Jim Putnam (Radar Bros.), Shana decided to make a hi-fi record independently.

(from the band's official site)

Here is the record on a shimmery massmirror bed. Climb on, snuggle in and f*ck.

Let's Go Sailing - The Chaos in Order

Runaround the Rabid Tree

2007-08-15T17:12:00.000-04:00

Another day, another past. Eh, its getting better man? Today I bring forth one of the few albums that I have scathed and pined for. This proxy-ridden net-scape, it is such a whore. So why should YOU... the reader... the ungrateful pretty one have to suffer? No no...

So I suppose this is the part where I have to thank Asim. I mean SUUUUURREE I hunted through dark tumultuous fields of blogs and forums and deceit to find the links. But i DID paste them in his window. He DID download em and put em up on accessible hosts. Wait. Erm... wait... the sarcasm has been balanced by gratitude? What the deuce... thanks Asim. Feh.

Today's first (& only) orgasm is brought to you by none other than Holly McNarland. You might know her from her Late 90's hit Numb or excellent Phil Collins cover In The Air Tonight.

Holly McNarland (born 1975 in Winnipeg, Manitoba) is a Canadian musician, singer and songwriter. She is well-known for her introspective and emotional songwriting, and the combination of her diminutive height, strong, intense vocals, and tough-girl persona.

Track Listing
1. So Cold
2. Fly
3. Dadada
4. Sweet Lazy
5. Every Single Time
6. Dear Pain
7. Dry as a Bone
8. Bye Bye Boy
9. Mermaid
10. Waltz
11. Memory of a Man
12. Sad Songs

Download via Sendspace.

So tonight I leave with with an excerpt from the ramblings of Dye C vs. Aliph. Later Operator.

adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
man
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
this gum
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
gives you the false hope
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
that its getting sweeter as u chew
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
and suddenly
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
after just a minute
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it becomes so fucking plain
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it feels like youre chewing on a dead man's toe
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
or worse
Aliph says:
eeewwwwwooo
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
HEHEH
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
blog worthy
Aliph says:
sure is
Aliph says:
dead man's toe
Aliph says:
haha
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
i was thinking kidney
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
or ear
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
or penis
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
i took a pick
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it had to be done
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
it DOES seem like a toe though
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
a VERY dead mans toe
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
*keeps chewing*
adiL / the shephard of my despair says:
morbid curiosity

The Sentinels Sent A Letter

2007-08-14T15:56:00.000-04:00

Many yellow days and many amber nights later, I have picked up the proverbial pen again. Watch the fuck out.

Besides sweeping by many important milestones and desecrating many relentless pie-suckers; I've been busy with two jobs, a looming (in a good way looming) marriage, catching up on shows and movies, the music of Trespassers William, Mark Lanegan, Ben Harper, Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos, Hem, Neko Case and the Perishers has been whispering early morning lullaby's to me. To all you prissy maybe sparrows, the wedding is on October 21st 22nd.

The second job is interesting, gets me in touch with the natural sensei spirit in me. That said, the next post shall hold a marvelous delight for all us from one of the hospital receptionists.

I spent the better part of my surf seeking day looking for Hem's Funnel Cloud today. Not a good thing when you yearn for something so bad. Every page has a good review, every page has a picture; but no zShare, no sendspace, no mediafire, no RAR NO FUN I SAY. So I give to you, my prettys, Hem's Funnel Cloud in all its multi orgasmic Sharebee glory. Thanks to Asim who put up with my relentless pushing the link-ness-ish-tude.

"...For the Brooklyn based Hem, what you initially hear is what you fall in love with—soft melodies, delicate instrumentals, and quiet, detailed musicianship that seems destined to be duplicated over a career..."

Funnel Cloud is the fourth album by folk rock band Hem. I Considered the band's most ambitious work to date, they recorded the album accompanied by a 21-piece orchestra, as well as James Iha of the Smashing Pumpkins.

The concept was conceived on the day of lead singer Sally Ellyson's wedding, during which the party had to evacuate to storm cellars due to a number of tornadoes that touched down in the area.

Track listing
1. "Almost Home"
2. "Barcarolle"
3. "The Burnt"-Over District
4. "Curtains"
5. "Funnel Cloud"
6. "Great Houses of New York"
7. "He Came to Meet Me"
8. "Hotel Fire"
9. "I'll Dream of You Tonight"
10. "Not California"
11. "Old Adam"
12. "The Pills Stopped Working"
13. "Reservoir"
14. "Too Late to Turn Back Now"
15. "We'll Meet Along the Way"

Download via Sharebee

You can now download lots of Dye Corduroy Mp3s from http://dyecorduroy.4shared.com

For the insolent ones, Dye Corduroy is my baby. And with more than 60 new songs I've yet to lay down, this space shall be the bohemian whorehouse that shall overcome the military masturbation that your life has become. One song at a time.

Last night I saw a Natalie Portman movie Goya's Ghosts. I seriously recommend this movie to any and all who like 19th century an 17th century movies set with the masteries of modern cinema. Natalie Portman in the last 3/4ths of the movie is ravishingly brilliant in her projection of a jaded, paranoid, tormented soul... I won't give away more.

Chronology Methodology

2007-03-25T22:38:00.000-04:00

Along the autobahns of wasted mileage with colliding causeways of amiss, times passed me by. Here is a feeble attempt to catch up:

Feb 25th: Mr. Dye C got engaged. Please say hello to Mrs. Dye C

Erm, thats about it: I have been recording a lot of english songs, the last few being At Your Meridian, Darla's Summer, The Broken Dream Collective, Masterplans and Mezzanines.

FUH-REAK

Go to www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy and give them a spin... BDC and Masterplans will be uploaded there shortly.

And THAT was my huge update...

Try not to *dwell* on it.

The Shepard of My Despair (mp3 post)

2007-02-14T15:18:00.001-05:00

Without any further delays let me unleash the two new tracks upon you feeble fumbling critters.

Mp3 - Dye Corduroy - Darla's Summer

Mp3 - Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian

P.S. - If the songs are not downing, please head to the Dye Cordroy MySpace page to download the new tracks: www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy

Darla's Summer is a slap-yo-momma/alt-country-ish ditty while At Your Meridian is a velvety-dystopic-love-song. Very different in styles.

Lyrics - Darla's Summer

Hey Darla come on out, come on out let's play
I'll shelter you from daylight; pushing into greys
You don't have to walk on water; don't have to stray
I'll pick you out some peaches; we'll run around till late

And all the while you are here
The shepard of my despair

And Theresa's endless summer has ended
And Theresa's endless summer has ended

Did someone say I loved her? Nah: It must've been the wind

Hey Darla seven up, touch me and i'm there
I'll paint the green of envy; breach the atmosphere
Hey Darla kiss the sunshine; poison all the queer
Your lips whisper trembling, apocalyptic fears

You raise the bar and i'm there
Gangway coz' i'm coming up for air

And Theresa's endless summer has ended
And Theresa's endless summer has ended

Did someone say I loved her? Nah: It must've been the wind
Conceive the perfect murder; the alibi you bring

The soul has colossal impossible blackholes to tame
With sunspots and planets that have never been named
You spin like a wheel in the face of a careless mistake
The stars in your eyes; revolve; evolve and refrain

Lyrics - At Your Meridian

I know lately; we seem to be flying
But I've been thinking with a straight mind
Swear i'm thinking with a straight mind
Consequently; things have been fine
I've been walking down a straight line
Swear I'm walking down a straight line

These have been the only words that I wrote
You have been the only truth I spoke
Mine has been a lonely kind of road
Will you take a drive? Will you take drive?
Will you take a drive?

I've had waited, all of this time
To sing about the world on decline
In the panoply of these lines
You have baited, now reel in my rhymes
For you i'd rather steal the sunshine
At your meridian of fair crimes

This has been the only thought in my head
Will you run or will you play instead?
I will chase you down the palisades
Won't you be mine? Won't you be mine?
Won't you be mine?

All day long, all i hear is how happiness disappears
But I know if you stay, you will persuade my fears
In your world, i would be - the only war of peace
And I'd stand, take the fall - be the timbre of your speech

Pledge my Grievance to the Flag

2007-02-06T07:00:00.000-05:00

If the cyclops dreams of yesteryear were any indication: it's really become a boggy marsh or political peasantry. It's a shame. Start digging underground to kick in the ostrich's face. FEH !

This is just a sick sad carousel ride that I will be continuously throwing wrenches in the works of. I shall be uploading the two new tracks "At Your Meridian" and "Darla's Summer" come next post.

p.s. I am back (for the 13th time).

Lines, Longitudes and Laments ... (Mp3 post)

2006-10-02T15:35:00.000-04:00

So then, the new Dye Corduroy track is finally up. Download it, read the lyrics, read the post-mortem and dilly-dally it in your aural minefield. It's called Inn Lakeeroan Mein... and this is its eulogy:

Originally written on an acoustic guitar in 2004 and recorded last month. In the key of F#min. Classified as alterna-rock in-yo-face-urdu that your mainstream bands yearn to create :P

Verse 1: This is the part where the character in question, being commented on by yours truly in third person is seeking refuge in the lame shadow he himself casts; ignorance ... then he goes on to dive in the sea of cynicism by criticizing the map of his own body, mind and soul... the card that was dealt to him and not realizing that he is the one who has to play the hand. The pallisades of the distance ahead muddled by many like himself, in and around eachother. An orgy of self-knit illusions.

Chorus: He has left out his dreams to yellow in the sun. I want him to find solace and shelter in the words that he has forgotten ... i want him to search for answers in his past so that the future is not a mirage of hope and thus faded glory but a fortress of fortitude.

Verse 2: This verse mainly describes the norms of the society and the government and the authorities and the mentors and the teachers and the architects of the disarray ... they have made you a slave to their own set traditions, and fate becomes the looming and impending cloud of doom that spews fire on the ignorant. Ominous. Those very norms that became the follies of the soul... and engulf you and me in hatred.

This person is you. This person is me.

And in the bridge/outro I confess and call myself as witness and as victim and as tyrant:

Bridge: I confess I have nothing, just lies and false anticipations. But I do have dreams, and I want someone who can dream with me...

All lyrics, music, vocals and foreplay by Adil Salik.

Download: Dye Corduroy - Inn Lakeeraon Mein (Mp3)

INN LAKEERAON MEIN

Verse 1

Apnay aks say jo dhoonday pannah yeh; ghaflat mein
Apnay naqsh mein jo dhoonday khata yeh wehshat mein
Faaslon ko dekhay jab hain yeh parday ankhon pay
Jinn ko bunn kay, zulm chunn keh, woh hai betha zehnoon mein

Chorus

Dhoop mein rang badaltay sapnay hain
Saaya paao unn lafzoon mein
Jo bhool chukkay ho bhool
Apnay maazee mein hain jawab
Mustaqbil kiyon ho saraab

Verse 2

Silsilooan mein jo sulagta dhamakta baadal hai
Aag barsaayey uss bay khabar pai jo qail hai
Inn lakeeron kay jo rooh kee khata khud ban bikhray
Nafratoon mein jab yeh saara zamaana hai duuubay

Chorus
Dhoop mein rang badaltay sapnay hain

Saaya paao unn lafzoon mein

Jo bhool chukkay ho bhool

Apnay maazee mein hain jawab

Mustaqbil kiyon ho saraab

Bridge/Outro

Mayrey paas kuch bhee naheen
Jhootee ikk aas behtee rahee
Mayrey saath koi to hoo
Ankhon mein jiss kay ikk khwab ho...

Tomorrow On The Runway ...

2006-09-28T15:28:00.000-04:00

Today’s favorite pre-fix is: CIRCUM

You don’t have to peel your eyes to see how circumstance has circumcised the circumscribed architects of moral misdemeanors without giving an aorta of a chance to circumvent the inertia of impending doom.

In other news: watch this space for a link to download the new Dye Corduroy track Inn Lakeeroan Mein

Insouciantly yours: The penancemongerrockstarfromretributorysolace

Finally recording again ...

2006-07-25T12:44:00.000-04:00

Me in a music shop
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Hey ...

The pedal's back... I'm finally recording again... Umme rocks and the weekend is tooooo far... *bittersweet-ambivalent-meloncholy-shudder*

Taipei Dreams

2006-06-30T14:10:00.000-04:00

Taipei Dreams
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Furiously quivering airports of Taipei were serene with the industrial lull of the din of the modern machines and the crisp air. Not moreso else was I reminded of the contrast than at the point this picture was taken ... at the Tryst in Vegas.

Cascading Fountains of Wishful Waters

2006-06-23T18:43:00.000-04:00

Monte - Cascading Fountains in Wishing
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Outside the Monte Carlo - did NOT throw a single quarter in there.

( mainly coz i knew i had what i wanted and i didn't want any one/thing else more )

Mirror on the strip

2006-06-23T18:38:00.000-04:00

Mirrored Horizon - Strip
Originally uploaded by DyeCorduroy.

Here is a view of the strip from a Wynn hotel room window

Dart for my Sweetheart

2006-06-23T17:45:00.000-04:00

This ephemeral Friday was marked with a corporate goulash of dwindling sensibilities and lechery beyond treason. You tend to find out so much about people is so little time. They do their own strip-show in front of an audience and the sight is so godforsaken that on a good day you would bleed with empathy but not today. Not this Friday.

I will here onwards be chronicling my US trip with photos and little anecdotes about Vegas, Oakland, San Francisco and San Diego.

The set presented here above are scenes from the Vegas strip – its way over the head yet people, pimps and playthings congregate to resonate in collective orgasm amidst the lights, glitz, glamour and the dollar shops down the strip. The Wynn, the Venetian, the Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace, Treasure Island, MGM, Monte Carlo and what not. Civil structures of civil fuckdom. Enjoy.

Pissed off at the Vistas

2006-06-21T18:34:00.000-04:00

What good is it to be so disarmingly pretentious that you cannot even admit to your own self that you've finally found happiness - or are you going to pretend to be bored with it? That WOULD be the fashionably sensitive thing to do --- FEH

If i weren't so consumed by the corporate maladies that reverberate through the stupid song stuck in my head everyday I would prolly blog a lot more, record a lot more and live a lot more - can't love a lot more though ... go figure .. umm...

Anywho... so if you think you're happy, let yourself be. And if you're not go buy my record. The one I didnt release yet. OR go listen to the following list of songs which are playing constantly in my head/car/bed :

Alanis Morissette – Your house
Ali Azmat - Mangagun
Ali Azmat - Na Rey Na
Ben Folds – Give Judy My Notice
Bic Runga – Get Some Sleep
Bic Runga – When I See You Smile
Bruce Springsteen - Cover Me
Chris Isaak - Go Walking Down There
Counting Crows - A Murder of One
Counting Crows - Angels of the Silences
Counting Crows - She Don't Want Nobody Near
Cyndi Lauper - I Drove All Night
Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go
Dashboard Confessional - I'll See You There
Death Cab for Cutie - Title and Registration
Del Amitri - Driving With The Brakes On
Del Amitri - Tell Her This
Dye Corduroy - Aik Dafa Ka Zikr Thaa ...
Eisley - Telescope Eyes
Foo Fighters – Best of You
Foo Fighters – D.O.A
Foo Fighters – No Way Back
Foo Fighters - Resolve
Foo Fighters - What if I Do?
Garrison Star - Black and White
Garrison Star - Kansas City, Kansas
Giant Drag - Kevin is Gay
Giant Drag - Slayer
Goo Goo Dolls - Become
Goo Goo Dolls – Better Days
Goo Goo Dolls - Can’t Let It Go
Goo Goo Dolls – Let Love In
Goo Goo Dolls - Stay With You
Goo Goo Dolls – We’ll be Here (when youre gone)
Goo Goo Dolls – Without You Here
Jack's Mannequin - Into The Airwaves
Jack's Mannequin - Kill The Messenger
Jack's Mannequin - La La Lie
Jack's Mannequin - Last Straw
Jacks Mannequin - Rescued
Jack's Mannequin - The Lights and Buzz
Jacks mannequin- Dark Blue
Jacks mannequin- Holiday from real
Jacks mannequin- I’m ready
Jacks mannequin- Lonely for her
Jacks Mannequin- Miss Delaney
Jacks mannequin- Mixed Tape
Jacks_mannequin - Bruised
Jewel - 1000 Miles Away
Jewel - Drive To You
Jewel - Foolish Games
Jewel - Satellite
Jewel - Stephenville, Tx
Jimmy Eat World - 23
Jimmy Eat World - Work
Josh Rouse - Streetlights
Josh Rouse - Under Your Charms
Junoon - Muk Gaye Nay
Junoon - Pehli Lagan
Junoon - Rooh Ki Pyaas
Katheleen Edwards – In State
Kings of Convenience - Homesick
Little Willies - Easy As The Rain
Little Willies - It's Not You It's Me
Little Willies - Roll On
Little Willies - Streets of Baltimore
Live - Heaven
Live - Nights of Nights
Live - The River
Live - Where Do We Go From Here
Muse - Time Is Running Out
Nada Surf - If You Leave
Nada Surf - Inside Of Love
Noori - Meray Log
OK Go – Maybe this time
Pearl Jam - Come Back
Pearl Jam - Gone
Pearl Jam - Home
Pearl Jam - Life Wasted
Pearl Jam - Parachutes
Pearl Jam - Severed Hand
Pearl Jam - World Wide Suicide
Placebo – Follow the Cops Back Home
Placebo - Infra-red
Placebo – Meds (feat – Alison Mosshart)
Placebo – Post blue
Plumb - Damaged
R.E.M. - E-bow the Letter
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Charlie
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dani California
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hard To Concentrate
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hey
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Made You Feel Better
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Slow Cheetah
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh))
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Wet Sand
Rhett Miller - Help Me, Suzanne
Rilo Kiley – Portions for Foxes
Ryan Adams - Dear Chicago
Sara Mclachlan - Angel
Sarah McLachlan - I Will Not Forget you
Sarah McLachlan - Ice Cream
Sinead O`Connor - Tiny Grief Song
Something Corporate - As You Sleep
Something Corporate - I Won't Make You
Something Corporate - Miss America
Something Corporate - The Runaway
Something Corporate – Watch the Sky
Stars - Your Ex-lover Is Dead
Stereophonics - Dakota
Teddy Tompson - Seperate Ways
Tegan & Sara - Walking With A Ghost
The Innocence Mission - Where Does The Time Go
The Little Willies - Roly Poly
The Mighty Lynchpins - Can't Get Worse
The Mighty Lynchpins - Fast Train to Oakland
The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma
The Smiths – There is a Light that never goes out
The Smiths- Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale
Tori Amos - Power of Orange Knickers
Tori Amos - Strange
Tori Amos - Wednesday
Vanessa Carlton - White houses
Wilco - Thirteen

Inspirational Buckets

2006-06-15T11:53:00.000-04:00

I'm back...

It's been a long time away... for a while a long way away as well... but I am back.

Quadsimorphialesqueish.

Victim of a Mastermind

2006-01-11T16:05:00.000-05:00

Eating in the circles in the dusted silence of another polished lie. Whatever does become of the beasts of burden that haunt your daylight and your comfort? In this cyclone parade of everyday, the weeks pave into months of forgotten resolve. You write a new song and manage to sing along to the ones you bled bare. And then you cull and evolve and push away and embrace. Terrible; that what the state of mind has become. And the years to become are still a pale shadow of the years gone by. And the longing lingering in the reveries painted on the shut eyelids from the inside out threaten to become the demonic truth. You look at the person you were entwined within a world away the night before and wonder… do they know you’ve been dreaming of them? Do they sense that you look at them differently even if it be so passively? You are the mastermind of this victim. And a victim of this mastermind.

The many days gone by have been my pet hurricanes. The very naked therapeutic song that you churned out has helped you move forward. And you are still addressing yourself, almost prepping your own self. So you talk and whisper and sing and scream to yourself. You must educate yourself to eradicate your self. And then build a new perception of your self. And break that down. And then erect another façade. Build to break more. Bleed to believe, and believe to ridicule. Ignorance remains a bliss less visited. Belief beyond belief is the prozac that will lull you to sleep. Sleep to dream so that you may look again at someone so differently yet act the same. A reverie I say is then the 38293085th of the improbable roads you are less likely to drink in travel. And the journey is endless, yet so fucking short.

So think about the year gone by. Such beautiful mistakes, such ugly success. Such a sight for sore eyes you remain to be, such a sight for sore eyes.

Glory-hole in the soul ....

2006-01-07T06:06:00.000-05:00

This is going to be pretty smooth sailing from now on … the blissful retreat of the residual hours can be spent sinking into the often tiring and rarely enterprising scavenger hunts through my echoing mind. The weight of responsibilities to self, circumstance and futures ill-conceived falls on the folds of synaptic pit stops. The heart beats as one… alone in vision and warmth, not fused in unison of feelings. The hands ache in earnest yearning to etch vengeful escapades onto the corridors of celestial residue. And the eyes… few may have seen or have imagined what the lid paints upon the fabric of processing vision as it slithers repeatedly over the white and the lens. The looking glass; the proverbial crystal ball which reveals more as it is peered into rather than what it gazes upon. Such is the state of affairs… this is the new diary of soul. Scribbled and scathed on by many but suffered, felt and enjoyed by only me as it runs through the cavalcade of undoing inside. This is the new diary of my soul.

Brooding: part two

2005-12-30T13:14:00.000-05:00

Yielding hurricanes inside your tainted smile
Walking on paper thin bridges raised by the truth

How do you break through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating lightthat shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight

A window sealed
A perished feel
A moment away to heal
Sniffing glue
Coz missing you

A serenade to break your zeal

Brooding: Part One

2005-12-29T14:01:00.000-05:00

Spotting aeroplanes across the summer sky
Breeding pedigrees of a safer, more faithful you

How do i get through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating light
That shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight...

The worst of tonight...

Orange Amnesia and Car Crashes ...

2005-12-27T11:53:00.000-05:00

Last night, when i was driving home... a black mercedes rammed me and i lost all memory...

The bastard cut a signal, slammed and totalled my car and ran...

How was YOUR day?

*flips the universe*

Happy endings ....

2005-12-20T11:35:00.000-05:00

I have been dousing in independent or independentisque' films recently. Atleast I would have liked to think so. And then the fact that the last three were either Warner Independent or Showtime Independent et al.

A soundtrack really makes the movie stand out and fall flat and if nothing, Happy Endings with its brilliantly simple yet entwined purple gum stuck to your sandals plot and character sketches COMBINED with the beautiful Maggie Gyllenhaal and Calexico soundtrack make this move one big aphrodisiac for the mind-works. Lisa Kudrow was not at all bad either! and we all know that Maggie is always so intensely great... its uncanny. Grab this film and find me the soundtrack mp3s and I shall die a happy wrestler.

Jesse Bradford was interesting as well, as he was in Eulogy. I loved Eulogy.

Anyhwho, check out Maggie Gyllenhaal's filmography.

Don't change your plans ...

2005-12-18T09:20:00.000-05:00

All those readily bleeding moments, shimmering hung on the avenues of days gone by.
I guarantee, I disagree, I confiscate all the reveries. You dominate, you hesitate, you fascinate and you let me be.

All of the time you thought I was sad ... I was trying to remember your name

2005-12-04T18:04:00.000-05:00

I have been filling the bath-tub up with hot scalding water... and falling asleep in it. Strange? When theres nothing left to burn; you must set yourself on fire.

God that was strange to see you again... introduced by a friend of a friend... smiled and said yes I think we've met before... in that instant it started to pour...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin... tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in... now you're outside me, see all the beauty... repent all your sins

Its nothing but time and a face that you lose... I chose to feel it but you couldn't choose... I'll write you a postcard I'll send you the news... from the house down the road from real love.

I bought tonnes of dvd's again. On the binge...

The denial twist says:
ill have u x'in so hard ur gonna thnk ur a bee and try to squeeze thru key holes

Peasants of the modern blue...

2005-11-27T17:30:00.000-05:00

The Dirty Street Lights revamp is done, I shall be posting the mp3 in the next blog so stay hither and stay click-ful. Let me just take a moment to say how much I adore mp3s blogs, from regnyouth to my-old-kentucky-blog, this girl needs therapy, against the grain, stereogum, aint no picasso, to the millions and millions of others that I hold dear to me and my insatiable downloading needs... Thank ya!

I shadow-box my closest friends; I knock them all out in the end ...

So I'm guessing I go with the Line 6 XT Pod, its USB activated see.. and although it dont have stomps like the ME50, it shall serve well for recording .... I dunno, its a toughie!

So this just one, you MUST have hydrogen peroxide in your ear every month at least, and Q-Tips are a no no... says rebel sweetheart. Hmm... in the words of Stewie Griffin: WHAT THE DUECE! Contrary to the H2O2 phenomenon, I presented the fact that cavemen, you know, those hairy bunnies back in the day; never used either of the two. And they still got laid. Point proven. I rest my case, and my arse for today ... See you again tomorrow, and oh there was nothing dark in this post! I just CANNOT let that be now can I?

DIE !

toodles

The Odds are 42 to 3

2005-11-24T16:27:00.000-05:00

The odds are 42 to 3… the blushing brilliance of the bastard moments is such a pristine façade. It’s almost static, almost pleasant and almost always fatal. The concentric pull of circumstance is livid and lusciously overpowering. It renders you a helpless beanie baby, yielding and bending over backwards to avoid confrontation, conscience and correction. The ever impending doom dances shamelessly on your horizon, yet you fold. You chose to ignore. You concur yet not conceive. What a wicked way to be. A step forward and 298 steps back. Sideways falling and gingerly peering. You the rag-doll… you the rag-doll…

Sorry for the absence… but I am back now.

Over the weekend I shall be posting the redone “Dirty Street Lights”, a very rem-ish ditty. Till then…