Thursday, 25th June '09

En Ying *hearts* Adam

I know I'm a bit late on this, but yay for timeshifting, I am finally finding some time to catch up on what everyone knew months ago.

I thought I had given up altogether on the American Idol franchise. Everyone since Clay Aiken (with the sole exception of Chris Daughtry) bored the crap out of me.

Along comes Adam. Who knocks my socks off. Who has the most insanely beautiful rock god voice. Whose face (and skills for staring hypnotically into the camera) is so picture perfect I can't help but smile stupidly at the TV. Whose eyes are beautiful enough to melt a heart of stone. Whose on-stage swagger is so naturally sexy, and better still, backed up by genuine personality. Whose command of the audience is so electrifying, so exciting, he makes me want to jump out of my chair even at the end of a hard work day and do... gosh, I don't even know what. But he's inspiring. And so intelligent, articulate and downright sincere in every interview.

I'm still a little bit stunned that someone that good exists in a pop music world that's all gone a little plastic of late. I don't remember anyone else exists once he sings.

Too bad he likes boys, eh. I'm not a fag hag by any means, but as you see he has me eating right out of his hand.

He's got a pile of awesome performances unrivaled, I believe, by anything ever done on the Idol stage. Unrivaled by many many things done on any stage, in fact. But for all of them, I can't even get the "Satisfaction" song our of my head. I love the Rolling Stones, but I'm going to think of this as an Adam Lambert song for the rest of my life.

I told Qiong I had a music itch I couldn't scratch for a good few weeks now. Well, damn. Adam did.

I tend to speak in hyperbole a lot, especially when I think about music, movies and theatre. So perhaps a little relativity may put this in the full perspective I want it to: Adam has a serious chance of knocking even John Mayer of my top musician spot. And John's sat there very comfortably for the past six-over years.

That's how much I'm feeling Adam right now.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 01:47 am
[8 photographs developed.]

Wednesday, 10th June '09

Jimmy Crack Corn

A.k.a. Part II of the "Prevention of Myocardial Infarction" Series.

Tom Lehrer and his rant against folk songs (in particular the "Jimmy Crack Corn" ditty) have inspired me to think about this line. Which I had the occasion to use the very next day upon becoming the recipient of a fabulously annoying whinge. But I am proud to say that for once I had some self control. That is to say that I actually didn't tell it (the creature) exactly what I thought of its whinge.

But the line must still be recorded, if for no other reason that my indefatigable OCD-ness:

"Oh. You don't like it? Well TOO BAD. I care as much about your feelings as I care that Jimmy Crack Corn."

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 10:58 pm
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]

Monday, 1st June '09

Afterword to "Alma"

Now this is a good sarcastic gripe by a cantankerous fella after my own heart:

"... one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days, in books and plays and movies, is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love. Husbands and wives who can't communicate... children who can't communicate with their parents and so on. And the characters in these books and plays and so on - and real life, I might add - spend hours bemoaning the fact that they can't communicate.

I feel that if a person can't communicate, the very least he can do is to shut up.

-- Tom Lehrer

The best part... it's true.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 11:12 pm
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]