Today I realised yet again how much I cannot sing.
I was kinda out of my mind at that time, and it was during a rehearsal. The original singer didn't make it to the rehearsal. And so the band had no singer.
What to do? I sing lah. Ha ha. What a mistake that was.
That was such a big mistake, it makes George W. Bush a miracle. That was such a big mistake, it makes big nostrils or big heads godsends. You should get the picture.
The song was plush, by the way. And I mauled it. PLUSH. Such a nice song. Didn't sound that nice today. That's not the only mistake though.
I like to play the guitar high if I'm standing up. It's actually like the position the guitar is when playing sitting down. Makes finger plucking and strumming with long nails easier. But I didn't play a high strapped guitar. I played a frekin' low one because mine had a few snapped strings. And so I mauled quite a few riffs too.
I suppose it's not that bad though. Two negatives make a positive, right? Do not answer that.
hahahah HEY u didn't use ikhsan suri! so it's NOT gonna happen. lol jeeez. hahah take care!
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nas.ISM(: said...
Why Singapore Idol Is Not a Joke: An Epiphany
Everywhere I go, whatever time of the day it is, there is basically one inclination that comes to mind when the topic of Singapore Idol comes to mind. That inclination, that notion, that basic idea; it transcends all ethnic, religious, cultural and whatever-you-want boundaries. Singapore Idol is a joke.
Why, one might ask. Why in the world would such a large scale competition endorsed by the people of such an advanced first world (right.) liberal (right.) democratic (huh yeah whatever man.) country, Singapore, be a joke? The reason, according to them (the people who think it is a joke, for all you intelligent people out there) is that the people who can sing are not in the running while the people who cannot sing are not in the running. Basically, the hopelessly untalented shall inherit local popdom (not the Indian crispy thing. It is a euphemism I coined for the concept of local popular culture) while the definitively talented shall hide in a corner of their rooms and cry.
This is all because of irresponsible voting, according to these blind fools. Family votes, friends vote, and the pathetically blinded fans vote. Family and friends aside, as they are more or less constant throughout the competition, the number of votes a contestant gets is thus proportionate to the number of fans to the power of n, where n is the measure of how good looking the contestant is. Now to their point: the fans are whacked.
Let us be honest here. Singaporean voters do not know shit about what they are voting for (evidence: the Singapore General Election 2006. Please do not kill me.). They think if you look like a monkey and act like one on stage you can sing. Hell, they think that if you keep a curtain for a hairdo and dig your nose on national television you can sing. That is how knowledgeable Singaporeans are about singing.
So yeah, all that points to the conclusion that Singapore Idol is a joke. But I disagree. I shall explain this assertion before the majority of Singaporeans out there, save for about half a dozen people in the local entertainment industry, pick up pitch forks and flaming torches and mob my modest HDB flat.
It all depends on the definition of the competition. Everyone knows it is a singing competition. Everyone also knows that it is all bullshit. We must therefore look to a deeper understanding of this load of crap to justify our faithful devotion of time to a faithfully worthless competition that will make someone faithfully a phenomenal success for a very brief period of time. That is where my epiphany comes in.
Singapore Idol is not about eventually recognizing someone who can epitomize local popdom. It is about eventually recognizing someone, or a few someones, who can epitomize the sheer duplicity of the Singaporean masses.
We preach meritocracy. We preach transparency. We preach integrity. Individually, I actually believe that we practice what we preach. But alas, we are all human. And humans are biologically engineered by nature to be biased towards the people who can make potentially beautiful babies with you. That is who we really are. This shows, especially when you involve yourself in something as supposedly detached as SMS voting. What is wrong with just one vote for cute little monkey face, or if you’re a blinded fool, what is wrong with 500 votes for cute monkey? Multiply that by the thousands of blinded fools, and you get your winner.
So, in actual hypothesis, Singapore Idol shows just how human we Singaporeans are. And how good looking the PAP is. Please do not kill me.
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Aaaah...I miss that aspect of Mat Bands.
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