Monday, October 27, 2008

y cant my life go the way i want it to??
y must things look so hopeful when in the end it just breaks your heart to know the truth?
y must my heart be broken again and again and again?
am i a bad person?
what is it about me that makes my life suck?
y the hell am i still doing alive?
sometimes just feel like stabbing myself just to end the pain.
y does my family have to be the way it is?
y cant i have a normal family like my friends?
a loving dad a caring mum,
is that too hard to ask for?
what did i do to deserve this?
i know that i've done some bad stuff in my short life,
but were they really that bad to make me deserve such a life?
what do i do now??????????????

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The Immortals - The Greatest Artists of All Time: 6) Jimi Hendrix By John Mayer

Jimi Hendrix is one of those extraordinary hubs of music where everybody lands at some point. Every musician passes through Hendrix International Airport eventually -- whether you're a Black Sabbath fan or an Elmore James fan; whether you like Hanson or the Grateful Dead. He is the common denominator of every style of contemporary music. There were so many sides to his playing. Was he a bluesman? Listen to "Voodoo Chile" and you'll hear some of the eeriest blues you can find. Was he a rock musician? He used volume as a device. That's rock. Was he a sensitive singer-songwriter? In "Bold As Love," he sings, "My yellow in this case is not so mellow/In fact I'm trying to say it's frightened like me" -- that is a man who knows the shape of his heart.

So often, he's portrayed as a loud, psychedelic rock star lighting his guitar on fire. But when I think of Hendrix, I think of some of the most placid, lovely guitar sounds on songs like "One Rainy Wish," "Little Wing" and "Drifting." "Little Wing" is painfully short and painfully beautiful. It's like your grandfather coming back from the dead and hanging out with you for a minute and a half and then going away. It's perfect, then it's gone.

I think the reason musicians love Hendrix's playing so much is that the language of it was so native to his head and heart. He had a secret relationship with playing the guitar, and though it was incredibly technical and based in theory, it was his theory. And I think that was sacred to him. That's why you almost never read an interview with him explaining his live-gear setup or his favorite scales. That's part of what made his playing so compelling -- all you heard was the color. The math is what's been applied ever since.

I discovered Hendrix by way of Stevie Ray Vaughan. I heard Stevie Ray do "Little Wing," and I started working my way backward to Hendrix. The first Hendrix record I bought was Axis: Bold As Love, because it had "Little Wing" on it. I remember staring at the album cover for hours. Then I remember spending months listening to Electric Ladyland, which was very creepy. There's something dark about it in certain places that maybe Hendrix was too honest to hide.

Hendrix invented a kind of cool. The cool of a big conch-shell belt. The cool of boots that your jeans are tucked into. If Jimi Hendrix is an influence on somebody, you can immediately tell. Give me a guy who's got some kind of weird-ass goatee and an applejack hat, and you just go, "He got to you, didn't he?"

Hendrix has the allure of the tragic figure: We all wish we were genius enough to die before we're twenty-eight. People want to paint him as this lonely, shy figure who managed to let himself open up on the stage and play straight colors through the crowd. There's something heroic about it, but there's nothing human about it. Everybody is so caught up in the otherworldliness of Jimi Hendrix. I prefer to think about his human side. He was a man who had a Social Security number, not an alien. The merchandising companies made the Space God. They put Jimi Hendrix's face on a tie-dyed T-shirt, and somehow that's what he became. But when I listen to Hendrix, I just hear a man, and that's when it's most beautiful -- when you remember that another human being was capable of what he achieved. I will always try to attain that kind of control on the guitar: Hendrix's playing was sloppy, but it was controlled. Who I am as a guitarist is defined by my failure to become Jimi Hendrix. And that's who a lot of people have become. However far you stop on your climb to be like him, that's who you are.

[From Issue 946 — April 15, 2004]

Friday, October 24, 2008

Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower

one of my favourite guitar songs.....

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A Red, Red Rose

O my luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

-Robert Burns-

Sunday, October 5, 2008

this was taken during SRV's last concert he was doing an encore, after the encore he went to his dressing room, after that he got on the helicopter that would crash just minutes after take off

the gloves Brandon bought me
i used this today
the Guitar Player magazine i bought

my small tribute to SRV

two of the greatest guitarist EVER.
the funny side of SRV

two great players playing in heaven.
Heaven done called another blues stringer back home

my weekend

ok i go back to school tomorrow... haix back to wasting time at school.....

well at least i've had a great weekend, for most of the week i've been either sleeping or online.
well my weekend started when my mum dragged me out of bed and asked if i wanted to go watch "Mamamia" so we went to Jusco to watch it.

was a great movie loved all the songs and stuff the only thing i couldn't get was that gay couple thing, pretty weird stuff won't u say??

after the movie we went to Harris to look at some books and i found this.....

an issue of "Guitar Player" magazine that's all about Stevie Ray Vaughan. i know most of u must be fed up with and my obsession with SRV but i really really like this guy.. haha i'll post some cool pic of him from the magazine and some i found online....

after that went for mass and after that went to my mum's malay friend's house for an open house. was very bored to be honest the only thing i enjoyed was the food. haha..

after that we went to a BEC member's house for his baby's 1 month party, saw Mel D there got to catch up and chat with him and Vanessa.... and i got to play this...

it's not everyday u get to play a 12-string guitar.... had loads of fun playing it. i really loved how it sounded when i got home my guiatr sounded so dull compared to this thing.. haha

o ya i for got toadd that i putsome cool stickers on my guitar i'll post pics later..

than today, i got to go play golf with jie jie Imelda and Brandon kor kor....

since it was my first time i didn't have any golf gloves so Brandon got me 2 of them. so kind of him, and he taught me how to swing the club and how to place your body and stuff like that.
by the end of the day i managed to wack the ball as far as 80M not bad for my fisrt time..

after that we went to grab a bite to eat and went home.

so i guess i'll leave it at here for the moment.

see ya guys and take care.....

Friday, October 3, 2008

Six strings down by Jimmy Vaughan

this song was written by Stevie Ray's brother Jimmy Vaughan about his brother and other dead blues guitarist. enjoy.

Stevie Ray Vaughan's birthday

today Stevie Ray would have been 54 years old...

so Happy Birthday Stevie.....

we really miss you........