Salahuddin plays with ghosts. His crazy fu*k and should be like, I don’t know... Possessed? Scary. Wonder what happens to his hairs when he sees an apparition. This is crazy; some schools in Singapore are just f*cking nonsensically filled with ghosts and spirits. My Primary school is just a great great example. Then Salahuds secondary school is just another perfect example. Abit crazy and scary to stay back for practices in those places.

Anyway, RockStar INXS just ended. For people who don’t know nuts about it, it’s like American Idol, but the very rock version. Playing so many classic rock hits ranging from Reggae rock to just pure classical ones. Fantastic covers are done week in week out by the house band. Bohemian Rhapsody, No Woman No Cry, Smells like Teen Spirit.. Are just a few great hits. Fantastic show. But I really resent the freaking outcome. See, two stars were left to spearhead INXS, but like Marty got relegated. I got so much respect for him. J.D. is no doubt good but his so commercial and not musical. Darn it. I love Marty’s guts, voice, attitude and stuff. Anyway, the results are out. And DISAPPOINTING I must say.

MARTY! RESPECT.

Talking about music, (I’m sorry, this is not going to be a comical entry), I realize for many musicians around, band members or rock & rollers and such, it’s a different feeling we feel on stage. I love performing on stage for that feeling. It’s different every time, some sort of escape and isolation from reality, but its sweet. Because you are concentrating so hard, so tough, on putting and fixing all that emotion into that playing just to make sure it isn’t just dead notes. To achieve that, we throw 200% of our soul and emotions into it and we have no choice but to “sacrifice” your emotions for it. It’s just different, it takes you away. Although I don’t totally rock jazz, but that form of music, including Batucada stuff, it just requires even more. Ah, music, it’s just so complicating and satisfying at the same time. I don’t know. But I guess, there’s no theoretical explanation for emotions, the only explanation is experience itself. Music is like this total escape from my reality to somewhere intoxicating. Listen to Our Lady Peace. It’s really escape music.

Ok, enough ranting about music. I realized Salahuds is one enthusiastic guy. Very rare for his breed. He teaches you so much evil stuff. Sala, wassup yo.

Cheekydeon has gone to lament on Marty's loss.