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Saturday, February 19, 2005
Episode 38: Army Songs Gone Wrong

Army Songs Gone Wrong

    Now some of you who come to this site are probably also doing NS or already ORDed (you lucky bastards). So i'm sure you guys will know what i mean with this topic. Its basically for route marches or runs where the officer in charge just wants you to sing out loud so he will have an orgasm while running, and by singing i mean those manufactured in 1980s army songs which we all know. Now for those not yet enlisted guys or females, sorry but you might not understand this topic but either way, enjoy.

So what happens when the song IC (in charge) gets to the "shagged, cannot think" mode after running 8km already and still with 2km left to go and the officer wants him to lead a song? well disaster happens when lyrics go wrong or when the song he leads doesnt come out clear and the rest of the platoon sing something else...well in my past few months in the army/navy, i've come across a few incidents like this and i'll share them with you...by first putting down the lyrics of the actual song, and the disasterpiece.


Training to be Soldiers (Actual song)

Training to be soldiers,
fight for our land
once in our lives
2 years of our time
have you ever wondered?
why must we serve?
because we love our land
and we want it to be free, to be free yeah
stand up
be on your guard
come on everybody
do your part
come on every soldier
soul and heart
do it for our nation,
do it for our Singapore yeah
looking all around us
people everywhere
children having fun
while we are holding guns
have you ever wondered
why must we serve?
because we love our land
and we want it to be free to be free yeah

Training to be Soldiers (Shagged, cannot think version)

Training to be soldiers
fight for our lives
once in our lives
2 years of our time
have you ever wondered?
why must we serve?
because we love our land
and we want it to be free to be free yah
stand up
be on your guard
come on every soldier
do your part
come on everybody
soul and heart
do it for our nation
do it for our singapore yeah
looking all around us
people everywhere
children holding guns
while we are having fun
have you ever wondered
why must we serve
because we hate our land
and we want things to be free to be free yeah

(i am not making this up)




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Thursday, December 16, 2004
Episode 37: The Bus Ride Down Memory Lane: Part 2

Hello maggots, hope you all are doing great this <insert time and day> and if you are not, then too bad, go suck thumb (army version of saying go one corner and cry).

         So in today's bus ride down memory lane, we shall fast forward to 1997. That was when i was 13 and a secondary 1 student. Still wearing short pants in school and stuff...yeah so here goes......


         It happened one day during my school holidays, i was home alone as usual and it was around 1pm in the afternoon. I was watching TV in the living room, feeling very bored...channel surfing didnt help and the only channel which had a decent program was MTV and even that too was starting to get boring. And when i'm bored, i HAVE to do something or my day wouldnt be complete. The boredom was igniting the sparks of my fire of doing very bad and evil things.

         So i decided to get off my ass, turn off the TV and walk around the house looking for something to do, i was planning to mess around with Winky, the resident lizard at my place but i couldnt find him. So i went to my room and sat on my bed wondering what to do........still couldnt think of anything. Went to the kitchen and opened the window and looked out, looked left, right......up.........down...........and then it struck me like how a cat strikes you after jumping from 5 meters away when it suddenly sees a very pissed off dog and jumps onto you screeching and hissing and whatever la. I saw a middle aged cab driver, with a gleaming bald spot washing his cab and i had just found my perfect anti-boredom antidote.

          I opened the kitchen cabinet, looked around and took one of those huge white NTUC plastic bags, filled it with water, about half full, then i added salt, sugar, dairy cream, milo powder, coffee, tea, a bit of toothpaste, my mum's shampoo, conditioner, my dad's hair dye, the indigo clothes dye, a bit of my dad's cologne, an egg, more salt, pepper, milk and finally i pissed into it. So it ended up this disgusting brownish green liquid and i tied up the bag in 5 knots and opened the window and the grille, looked out and took aim and then i fired into the hole.

           Immediatedly after that i took cover under the window, the reason why i did that was because theres a block right beside mine and another one right in front of me, so it was pretty dangerous as i wouldnt know who caught me in the act, so better to be safe than sorry...so i let go off the bag, counted to 5 and BANG!!!!!!...the loudest bang i ever heard which involved a plastic bag and my piss. Take note i lived on the 9th floor so you can just imagine the impact. So anyway i stayed under the window for almost 5 minutes then i crawled back to the living room (taking precautions thats why :D ). So i sat in my living room and watched TV again, still feeling high from all that adrenaline rush.

            Come 15 minutes later, i was pretty interested to know what happened to mr cabbie so i decided to strut to the kitchen like a real man, proud of my crime, walked to the kitchen, opened the window, opened the grille, looked down.......and saw 2 cops looking straight up......

            I immediatedly jumped out of my skin and took cover under the window and started to panic. I started trying to recall what i had just seen, and was trying to recover from shock but at the same time, accept the fact that i was gonna be in realllllll deep shit. So i had to think fast, what to do? Besides i dont know what could have happened that could have been so serious that it could involve cops. I had to do something about it fast.

            This was when i had to shift into the-rat-on-a-hot-tin-can mode and come up with something to get out of trouble. I put on my clothes, the kinds u wear to town, combed my hair nicely and got the hell out of my house, walked towards the last staircase, the one closest to the main road, then got down all the way to the first floor and turned right back in, making it seem like i had just returned from some place. So i walked towards the lift lobby, turned right and saw a HUGE crowd of about 20 or 30 crowding around. There were 2 police cars, and lots of cops around. I walked to the mama shop nearby and asked the guy what happened, he told me that someone threw a waterbomb and it landed on a taxi, and the impact shattered its windscreen and splashing the (water) all over the driver...and true enough, his shirt turned from beige to brownish green. I took a glimpse of the old guy, still cursing in hokkien with 2 cops trying to calm him down, so i asked the shopkeeper if they knew who did it and he said the cops suspect someone from the 10th floor...so i went "hmmmmmmmm" and got the hell out of there...

             So now 7 years later, i still feel sorry for the poor guy but well, as a 13yr old you tend to do a lot of weird things, but as you grow older, you then start wondering, how the hell you actually managed to do it...heh...yeah so thats all for today, see you guys soon and remember, cabbies are nice people, dont bully them.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Episode 36: The Bus Ride Down Memory Lane: Part 1

Welcome humble readers, i hope all of you are doing fine and not suffering from the flu or whatever fuck illnesses you guys are prone to getting like me. Ok anyway besides the stories i write for pure rock.net, the army humour column and so on, i'm going to add on another column to this site and its called The Bus Ride Down Memory Lane. I will try to update as much as i can but it all depends on whether time permits or not. What happens here is basically i'll write stuff in blog form about my life or certain events that happened in my life which some of you guys might already have known. And one more thing, i wont be using much advance linguistics, in other words, cheemology and to make you Singaporeans feel more at home, i'll use more singlish as well. Gotta put all those new words i learnt in the army to good use. Oh by the way i'm in the Navy now so now you know. The next person to ask me which unit i'm in gets my size 13 foot in his/her ass.

     So the first incident that came to mind when i delved into the depths of my memory.........

       
        I have a lot of vivid memories from during my 2 years in Kindergarten. I was from Damien Center Kindergarten which is located in Queensway, directly across the road from my old block and right beside my old church, The Blessed Sacrament Church. I was a very (in)famous fella in my kindergarten for one very simple reason. I terrorised every single person in there. It also did not help that i was the only indian in my class. And i remember one of my teachers was this brooding naggy old hag called Mrs Yip. Ok actually she was pretty nice but i didnt like her face and like all youngsters my age, when you didnt like someone's face, he/she automatically becomes your biggest enemy after vegetables and the bad guy in the spiderman cartoons. Mrs Yip, though being naggy and all, was a very patient person. To piss her off meant you must have really done something very very bad. So anyway i never recalled seeing her get pissed off or angry or anything...not until this particular incident.

       There was one day where i was in one of those kindergarten moodswings because i could not find my chocolates in the fridge before leaving the house. (I still suspect it was my dad who ate it) but nevermind, i went to class being all grumpy and whiny and was basically being a total bitch. And you never mess with a grumpy 5yr old prankster because you will never know what you are in for. So that time we were having our after lunch playtime, which was basically going to a room full of toys and plasticine. You could choose if you wanted to play with the toys or fuck around with the plasticine. I decided to go play the masak masak thingy (another word for plastic utensils to pretend you are cooking...i still dont understand what was so nice about it) so anyway i was justhappily stirring my plastic fried egg in the green plastic wok and still bitching about the mysterious disappearance of my chocolates when this girl on my left started to annoy me. Now in after lunch playtime, everything is done in school level, so basically the entire K1 or K2 batch will be at the specific room playing grab ass with each other, which meant 3 classes of little maggots were together. So this girl beside me was this other indian girl, i forgot her name but she was a total bitch and i really mean it. If Christian Aguilera was darker, fatter, 17 years younger, had black, curly hair, a very irritating whiny voice..ok nevermind she already has that, and just very ugly la....yeah you would get who im talking about. So this little bitch beside me decided that my plastic green wok was obstructing her yellow frying pan so she decided to be the damsel in distress and cry to her friend nearby that i was bullying her. Of course all these kind of behavior, i'm already very used to it by now, but this happened 15 years ago where i had very little experience.

          And by now you should have understood the 134th rule in the "Things to know about 5yr old boys" which is, "Never mess with a 5yr old who hasnt had his chocolate bar for the day". So she clearly flouted the rule and i had to give her the punishment.....which was basically a very huge blow to her cranium using my plastic ladle. And although it was made of plastic, the thing can really do some damage, it actually crashed into her skull, broke into 3 pieces and i actually heard the impact and for a moment even i was stunned, the other classmates were stunned, the teacher was stunned...for the next 4 seconds the whole of Damien Center Kindergarten just froze with completely no noise, even the bitch shut up.....and then the painful, hard, undeniable truth set in............i was going to be in reallllllllll deep shit.

           So 3 hours later i was in the principal, Mrs Yeo's office with Mrs Yip, my dad, mum, the bitch and her mum and of course....me. There was a heated discussion which i never really paid attention to cos the only thing that went through my mind was that i was in deep shit and i was expecting to go to jail or something...serious. And the bitch's mum was even more bitchier (guess it runs in the blood) and was asking for me to be expelled and bla bla bla and then those 2 dogshits left the building and the 2 Mrs Y's talked to my parents. And for the first time in my life i saw Mrs Yip get so pissed off, her face red like a bloody tomato and she was yakking and yakking about how horrible and evil i was and stuff and i knew i was in real deep shit...so she went on and on and then left, so my kindergarten career was going to end, i thought to myself and then the angel Mrs Yeo told my parents that i was just doing what a normal 5yr old would do and she said she will forget the whole matter and let me stay...........AND SHE DID!!! SHE SAVED MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! oh man i was so happy i almost jumped like a bird high on seeds laced with lots of alcohol. So anyway i did not really have a nice time at home that evening. it involved lots of lectures and a cane too but thats not the point. The point is, my hatred for indians started wayyyyyyyy back in kindergarten, so now you know :D

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Sunday, December 05, 2004
Episode 35: Army Humor Part 2 - The Field Camp Edition

Episode 35: Army Humor Part 2 - The Field Camp Edition

Hello people, been a long time but dont blame me, blame the damned SAF..it made me so tired and lazy after all that errr stuff we had to do in camp everyday. Oh well for those of you who still dont know, i've already graduated from BMT or as the guys say it, "POP LOHHHHHHHH!!!!". So i got a 10 day block leave right now and i'll make full use of it by giving you more frequent updates of whats been going on, or what actually went on ages ago but i'll tell you now..so stay tuned for the anticipated field camp edition :D

So whats been going on in the jungles of Pulau Tekong.......

Day 1:

1) First day of field camp meant a whole lot of packing and rushing to do and it was pretty hectic knowing how panicky everyone was, besides we were supposed to set off on a 8km route march to our first field camp site and 8km was a distance we never dreamt possible to march with a full battle order at that time.

2) The 4km mark was where i was so shagged i couldnt even lift the bloody water bottle but nevermind

3) When we reached the campsite, we got a wonderful reception by the dreaded commando trained mosquitoes, the reason why i meant commandos was we were all decked out in our long 4 (long sleeve uniform with pants and boots) yet the bloody mozzies managed to bite our legs, through the uniform. So it was no surprise that we were all red and itchy after just 1 hour out there

4) Basha building time, nothing special except that the spot that our platoon sergeant deployed us to had an ant hill, a bloody tree root and lots of stones

5) So after 30 gruelling minutes, we got our basha up, with a proper drainage system dug by us, and then what happens?

6) Stupid fucking rain comes, heavy heavy rain...oh man you should see how our precious bashas got so flooded our company sergeant major ordered us to break basha and build new ones elsewhere...that was to be a taste of what was to come for the next 6 days :)

Day 2:

1) This is the day where we were awakened at 5am with loud thunderflashes around our campsite thrown by our instructors to simulate an artillery bombardment. And then we were told to brerak our basha and fall in in 5 minutes( Note this is the infamous tekan session every company goes thru during the 2nd day of their field camp).

2) So after doing abt 40 push ups, crunches, jumping jacks, jumping jacks with rifles and god knows what else, we finally got ready for a route march to the new campsite

3) Oh yeah i forgot we had to do push ups halfway during the route march cos we were moving too slowly...hehehe welcome to the world of field camps and very bored instructors

4) So we reached the next campsite, and wala, god greeted us with pouring rain

5) Reached the next campsite, was greeted with the sight of a centipede

6) If i recall properly, our uniforms werent green anymore but was mostly brown

7) One thing about field camps is the powder baths. You dont get to bathe with water during those 7 days so you have to make do by stripping yourself completely naked and then pour prickly heat powder all over your body from head to toe.

8) So everyone, regardless of race, or religion all ends up looking very white.

9) But knowing how fucked up our field camp was, god decided to give us rain, right in the middle of our fucking powder baths....so you know the feeling when your skin, already raped by the prickly sensation of the powder, gets in touch with ice cold rainwater.

10) No surprise that our bashas were fucking flooded again

Stay tuned for Day 3 and 4 in the next edition because right now i'm rushing to go to the toilet to shit.

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Saturday, October 09, 2004
Episode 34: Army Humour Part 1

Episode 34: Army Humour Part 1

Ever since i got enlisted in the army on August 20th, which is almost 2 months ago, i never had enough time to come here and update this site and i dont think i ever had or will have the energy to write long long cock stories abt local music since im almost losing in touch with it, but fret not faithful readers, i know some of you are impatient and waiting for the next entry so from now on i'm going to change my concept a little and revert to doing army humour or in other words, the lighter side of army life which i have encountered so far and i'm going to do this in point form, pretty much like the national education part of Mr Brown's website. So to start things off, i'm going to list as many things as possible that i have learnt about army life and most of them are actually true.

(By the way i wont divulge in any military information or whatever, its just whatever that happened which i thought were damn funny.)

Ever since recieving the green IC, i have learnt a lot of new things, and they are........

1) "A Sir is a sir, a sergeant is a sergeant, a sir is not a sergeant, a sergeant is not a sir....i am blur"

2) In Pulau Tekong, there is a weather system thingy which blares a siren everytime the weather deems it to, and at the end of the siren, theres a female voice saying "cat 1" or "normal weather", "cat 1" is the term used to describe lightning risk. But from what i observed, the cat 1 warnings come wayyy after the rain and storm subsides...and when the rain comes back 2 hours later with obvious thunder and lightning, the "normal weather" siren comes instead.

3) In Pulau Tekong you can find a lot and i mean an entire battallion of flying insects which somehow get attracted to the lights in the bunk of my platoon level, especially section 3. Its a very interesting sight to see half naked 20 yr old guys running around in their underwears using the broom to whack the clueless insects.

4) In Pulau Tekong, you only hear 2 female voices....1 is the famous "cat 1" or "normal weather" siren, the other is the cookhouse aunty yelling "BOY AHHH" to the clueless NSMen queueing up for their food. Any other female voices you hear would probably be in your sleep.

5) Only in Pulau Tekong will you be able to see huge monitor lizards suddenly crawl out of a nearby drain and as a result, about 140 recruits, sergeants and even lieutenants run around to check it out like they never saw a monitor lizard before

6) I also learnt that some people dont know the difference between a monitor lizard and a snake.

7) I learnt that army barbers are so proficient in their jobs, that they cant even cut the simple standard army crewcut properly....reminds me of one guy in my platoon who has 3 stripes of longer hair on the back of his head, a.k.a the adidas logo...you can imagine the number of nicknames that guy got

8) That in a section comprising 13 people, there will definitely be someone everyone hates......i'm glad that someone isnt me :D

9) But unfortunately that "someone" is sleeping in the bed right beside mine

10) And very unfortunately, that guy is also notorious for having bad body odour

11) Its times like this i'm thankful i have sinus problems :)

12) In every platoon, theres also bound to be one guy who will be the scapegoat or the "sai kang warrior". He is the guy who will be given extra duties by his platoon sergeant like to become the report sick ic or the parade state book ic or whatever fuck ic the platoon sergeant wants him to become

13) It feels shitty to be a sai kang warrior sometimes, especially when the whole bunk is resting at 7am after breakfast, Mr Sai Kang warrior has to do the bloody parade state book. %@$^@$

14) When the entire platoon is marching to a certain area be it to the cookhouse or parade square, this is the best time to be one of those at the back so you can see the different ways your fellow platoonmates march. There are many different categories and i will go into them right now.

  a) The Tua Lampar Category
        this is where the person marches with his legs jutting outwards to make it seem like he has extraordinarily huge testicles.

  b) The Little Kid Category
         this is where all short people with short legs fall into, due to the constant "left, right, left, right" timing given by the timer based on the length of his legs, those whose legs are shorter than his tend to suffer more as they have to take bigger strides and watch a little guy take big strides can be pretty funny at times, especially during route marches.

  c) The Clueless Giant Category
          this is the category where i fall into, being the tallest guy in the platoon i have the reputation of being one of the worst marchers in my platoon all because of the simple reason that i just cant keep to the timing of the bloody short legged time keeper. So as a result i either take smaller steps yet try to keep in pace or i play cheat and march at the back and pretend like i'm following the timing. Thats why i always suffer during route marches.

   d) The Cannot Make It Category
            this is the category where some guys i know fall into comfortably here, no matter how much the sergeant drills them, they still dont know how to march, it comes to a point that the sergeant has to give up

This is all i can think off at the moment, besides im high on medication right now, i'll post back somemore when i can get them off the bowels of my mind.

     
         
       

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Thursday, August 12, 2004
Episode 33: The Chronicles Of The Avant Garde Metallers

The Chronicles Of The Avant Garde Metallers


          Today we are going to bring to you a story of a new wave of a pretty new subgenre that has hit our shores in recent times. We are not talking about gothic rap or melodic death punk but we are talking about, avant garde metal.

           Avant garde metal is a genre which was crafted in the late 90s with important bands like Celtic Frost, Emperor and Arctura...i meant Arcturus moving away from their signature genres to create something new and experimental and therefore combining music with abstract art. As a result these bands would go into the mountains before sunrise and walk deep into the forests and sit alongside mother nature as they get inspiration to write their music. And this rather unique artform has now reached Singaporeans.

           Speaking from a bed bug infested bench in the middle of Sungei Buloh Nature Park, a 19 yr old guy called Josh (names have been changed to protect the innocent, his real name is Algernon Kong) who is the vocalist from a local avant garde metal band <we cant name the band because they are still underground> told us that the inspiration comes to him from every form of nature, from the birds singing their mating calls to the earthworms crawling in front of him and even the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Of course we knew he was talking cock because he was listening to his discman playing some Michael Jackson songs when he was talking to us but we decided not to pursue the matter.

           We spoke to another guy who only wanted to be known as Balwant Singh who told us that he just formed a new band playing avant garde metal in the veins of bands like Elysium and Opeth and he said that to truly achieve a dynamic feel to the music, he suggested his bandmates to write their songs and riffs in a secluded place like a park or even a cemetary. He said that his band's new song was truly avant garde as he incorporated a lot of folk instruments like  the tabla and sitar and even a guzheng and there was one part of the song where there was a kompang solo. Our reporters started to laugh and almost choked on the glass of milk he was drinking but thankfully he managed to control it and recover fast. Balwant then continued, unfazed by saying that in the interlude to the song where the guitarist does an Opeth style riff where the sitarist will be doing an arpeggio solo on his sitar. He said that this will truly define the meaning of avant garde metal in Singapore and in the World as he gave an evil maniacal laughter...and then stopped when he realised what he was doing and observed our stares of disbelief.

           We went back to our expert's analysis as we called Josh...i mean Algernon who told us that to be truly avant garde we should all drop the stereotypes, or in his own words, we should all "bugger off the stereotypes". So anyway he said that wearing black clothes with spikes and leather everywhere was what metal music was about last time. But now with this new wave of avant garde culture, its time to change that...as he showed off his green tank top and pink pants and yellow cap and blue sunglasses. He also added that his band was going to kick the local metal scene in the ass or something like that... with those last words we leave you with the knowledge that these bands are set to create the new wave of singaporean avant garde metal (NWOSAGM).

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Episode 32: Something For You To Think About

Hello everyone, i know it is very unlikely of me to suddenly become so serious but since im very free now i thought i'd post something from the back of my head and which i hope you guys will read carefully and ponder on about

       Ok basically what i'm going to talk about is our local music scene in general and especially for the readers of pure-rock.net. Ok i know a lot of people have talked about this and are probably sick and tired of reading the same shit about the local music scene being so and so and how this is bad and that is good and stuff like that. I'm going to talk about that as well as list a few very important points i observed during my time in this "scene".

        Firstly lets start off with how the state of our current scene is. There are a lot of bands, in different genres in a very small country. You could call that very healthy, but what a lot of these bands lack is originality. Face it out of the 10 bands which sprout up, only 3 plays something which sounds original, the other 7 tend to try to emulate what their idols been playing which made them famous. I'm not saying theres anything wrong with that, go on ahead and play like your idols but at the end of the day, question your objectives. What exactly do you want to achieve? If you are playing music just for the sake of playing music like your idols then thats cool, but if you are playing for the sake of gaining recognition both locally or internationally then i would suggest you forge your original sound because there are bands from other countries competing with you for the same recognition in western countries. And dont forget you are asian. Asians tend to be the most overlooked continent in this world as everyone is concentrating on America, Europe and now even Australia. There are a lot of good asian bands around, some of which are already known in the western world, but it took these bands A LOT of hard work just to get known and it also depends a lot on luck. So in Singapore its double the difficulty.

         Now secondly i dont understand what exactly is the division among scenesters about bands who are "mainstream" and bands who are "underground". To me, in Singapore ALL bands are underground in some way or other. Face it, how many local bands have you heard on the radio? The local radio bigshots have already said it themselves that they dont owe it to anyone to play their music, to them radio is a business which means they play popular overseas stuff which people WANT to listen to in order to get advertisers to advertise their stuff on the radio, hence a source of revenue for these "businessmen". So we all know the shit work these radio guys do so therefore a local scene only left with us, the scenesters and several record labels here and there left to organise gigs or to sell their CDs and stuff. From the surface it seems fair enough, one big community of undiscovered and unappreciated talent, but delve deeper inside you notice cracks. Big huge cracks everywhere. So what exactly are these cracks?

           Ever notice how when a local band of any genre suddenly gets itself known by the local media, be it as a review or whatever, suddenly there will be a whole army of detractors calling this band "a bunch of sellouts" or "posers" and "not being true to the music". And this is exactly what i mean by the scene being divided, there is too much jealousy, misunderstandings and politics.

           There are 2 different groups of local musicians in Singapore, one is the kind who are all about the music, they dont really care about the "cultures" involved in the genre of their choice or the internal scene politics. All they care about is making music, playing the music they love and going on to make CDs or playing in gigs. The other group of local musicians are the kind who are all about the "culture" and the ethics. All they care about is communication among local scenesters, keeping true to the culture and so on, so basically musical ability is only secondary to what they believe in. Now that is one big problem seperating the local scene. The question would be, which group is the better group and which is in the wrong?

            The former would definitely work very hard on their music, jamming a lot and spending money on real good equipments, playing the music according to their feelings and so on, and of course some of these guys would definitely have the mindset and ambition to be able to go "mainstream" if not in Singapore then overseas OR at least to make a bit of money here and there be it playing gigs or by selling their CDs. Of course making money in Singapore through music is like being impotent and trying to screw a hot chick at the same time. Its near to impossible, but that doesnt stop all these bands from at least trying. Besides some of these guys play music in the sake of earning pocket money, maybe because they dont have a job yet or they need to pay their fees. Theres even a small number of musicians who play to feed their families.

              The other group see all these as nothing but a hobby. So therefore they are just in it to make friends, to widen their social circle and of course to have fun. Organising DIY gigs in small venues with fairly decent equipment cos these bands are going to care more about the fun than anything else, they wouldnt care if their bands earn a single cent through playing gigs or selling their CDs. Its all about their passion but the problem is, in this particular group there is a small minority of extremists who usually tend to create rifts between the other group by starting flamings and dissings and stuff. See how they diss the bands which are trying hard to be mainstream and so on, they would accuse these bands of "playing for the money" and "lacking the passion". And its these small petty arguments which eventually turn into hatred for one another that you see these "groups" hanging out individually. Its really sad to see a scene which is barely recognised by the government, trying hard to keep itself from dying, yet having a "civil war" of its own, its just like an ingrown disease damaging the scene from the inside out.

                I know these comments i made would surely infuriate a lot of people, some of whom already know who i am in person and honestly i dont care what you think because i am just going to give my opinions on what i really think about the scene in general. Seriously i've always said this all the time even if you read my previous articles you will definitely know what i'm getting at. Take my last article for example, the one where Susan talks about posers in the scene. Basically i got nothing against posers because everyone has to start somewhere. I started out by listening to electronica in sec 2 and then i heard the Prodigy, and Korn and i got hooked to metal. I still listen to electronica though but does that make me a poser? after all Korn isnt what people would call a "real" metal band and Prodigy isnt even metal. But it was these 2 bands which paved the way for my interest in that form of music which eventually led me to discover the whole genre lying behind it. Thats why i find it funny when people blast others who listen to nu-metal just cos those bands arent real metal and that they are posers. Tell me how many of you metalheads started out by listening to bands like Anorexia Nervosa or Melechesh? How many of you punks or emo people started out by listening to Suicidal Tendencies or Rufio? Probably none or maybe 1 or 2 because the fact remains that most of you started out by listening to more mainstream of commercial bands like Metallica and Slayer for metalheads and bands like AFI or even Blink 182 for punks (no matter how much you try to deny). So its the same here, why fuck up people who listen to Blink 182 now or Linkin Park and claim they are punk or metal? Its their wish on what they wanna listen to and if they like the genre they will eventually delve deeper into it and find even better but less commercial bands, its all a personal trip and as fellow punks or metalheads, you are supposed to help them discover the new bands, not diss them for being posers, cos you were one yourself at one time.

                   Lastly for goodness sake, stop the petty arguments and politics. If you dont like a person in this scene, tell him straight to his face, not tell everyone else behind his back. And support other local bands. The keyword is LOCAL because if you dont support them, nobody else will. It doesnt matter if the band is DIY, Underground, Mainstream or just plainly suck because they are local. If they suck they need your constructive criticisms like "your guitar tone needs to be more sharper" or stuff like that, not comments like "you suck you bunch of faggots!". You help them with your constructive criticisms they can only improve and you can have one more band to be proud off. Seriously it would be really good if you, as Singaporeans can support local bands irregardless of what they play and what status they are because at the end of the day they are your fellow scenesters and countrymen. And i dont see why its wrong for a metalhead to support punk bands or an indie rocker to support a metal band and so on. I myself am in 4 different projects in 4 different genres and i dont see myself as being in a part of 4 different scenes, to me i'm just in 1 scene, thats it.

                   And for those of you who are against what i have just written (sorry if its too long) feel free to email me at neutral_wire@hotmail.com with your thoughts or and if you have my number, go ahead and call me and tell me what you think. I'm done here, bye.

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Thursday, July 22, 2004
Episode 31: Girl Speaks Her Mind About The State Of Local Music Scene

Girl Speaks Her Mind About The State Of Local Music Scene

         17 yr old Susan is a local born teenager who had just entered a local polytechnic after graduating from a well known girl's convent school (which will not be named to protect the reporter's ass). So anyway this difference between this girl and other regular Singaporean girls her age is the fact that she is, in her own words, an ex hip hopper-metalhead-goth-rudegirl-raver-skater-goth skater-very rudegirl-blader-breaker turned hardcore punk.

          Speaking from her 5 room flat in Sengkang with her hardcore punk boyfriend beside her, Simon who is in his early 20's and currently serving NS and (yep you guessed it) is a hardcore punk for about 3 years after being a well known metalhead in the local scene. She told our reporters that she started listening to music when she was about 12 years old, influenced by her classmates in her "unnamable" girls school. She listened to rap acts like Run DMC, Busta Rhymes, Eminem and so on and developed a taste of what she called, "exotic sensual beats" which unknown to her and many other hip hoppers around originated by tribal beats in the African jungles. But of course thats another lesson for another time. So back to Susan, she told us she was into the whole "beats thang" and how it made her "shake her booty" and "holler at her homies". Although we had no idea what the fuck she was saying our reporters just nodded in anticipation. But after passing her PSLE with astounding, marvellous grades just like her fellow hip hopper friends, she ended up in the Normal Technical stream in her "yea yea we cant name that school i know" girl's school. And in her sec 1 class she made good friends with a very brutal looking girl who had 34 piercings on her left ear alone and she found out that brutal girl was a metalhead. So due to direct peer influence she dropped the whole "beats thang" and started listening to underground metal bands and finding ways to dress up in black or red and getting metal spikes and so on all over her body and instinctively scaring the shit out of her parents.

            But things changed when after 6 months, she met her first boyfriend, a very depressed guy who just wanted to kill himself but ended up with her......and then went on to kill himself. As you guessed it, he was a goth, vampire wannabe who thinks that eating the fried blood on a KFC chicken was considered evil. But due to the depressive nature of their relationship where they would burst in tears whenever they tried to do something, like making out or just sitting and staring at each other, so Susan needed a break and drop the whole goth thing and decided to break up with her boyfriend. Just then she happened to pass by a ska gig at youth park that day when she scrawny looking kids around her age, (she was 14 then) wearing formal clothing, "skanking" around and she found it cool. Sooooooooooooooooo you guessed it, she went for it. "I guess i was having an identity crisis, i found all these cultures cool so i decided to give them a try but i just didnt know what suited me." Said Susan.

              Then enter sec 3, she ended up in a class full of ah lians with names like Candy Liu and Peaches Yeo and yeaaaaaaaa i heard you........she became a raver now, frequenting...ok she was too young to g oto Zouk then so her only source of music were the 2nd grade made in Malaysia techno CDs her ah beng boyfriend, Pomello Tan blasted in his modified yellow Honda Civic.

               So after all that yearly changes we finally asked her why she decided to become a hardcore punk now and she told us that after meeting her current boyfriend who preached to her about the mission these bands play, she fell in love and decided to make saving turtles and whatever the hell these hardcore people wanna save a priority for her. She also said she found her boyfriend super attractive when he was up on stage with his BC Rich beast guitar playing all those power chords.

                 We asked her about how she felt about the local music scene in general and she told us that she is disappointed with the number of "conformists" and how the scene is plagued with posers who are in it just for the money and fame. "Its a very sad scene when instead of caring about the passion, all they care about is getting laid and the money and the booze" Said Susan while calling out for her boyfriend who was in the kitchen downing his glass of Vodka neat and reading last month's edition of FHM Singapore magazine.

                  With that we leave you with a few thoughts to think about and remember to support local bands and please dont kick the reporter's ass when you see him in person, he is just very bored and lonely.

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Monday, July 12, 2004
Episode 30: Brothers Fight Over Which Genre Is Better

Brothers Feud Over Which Musical Genre Is Better

       For a 49 yr old mother of 2, Mdm Julia Watson has seen it all, from the hassles of bringing up her 2 boys, Jason and Jonathan, living with a husband who was barely at home, he was a sailor we heard and going through the trials and tribulations of her children's teenage years. It just seemed like a chore every mother like her would dread, but in recent times, Mdm Watson has come to face a very big issue which might just tear her family apart. Her 2 sons, Jason, 18 and Jonathan, 20 are fighting over musical and cultural differences and its turning the household upside down.

        It all started 3 years ago when Jonathan entered poly and made friends with a bunch of guys who were into metal music. As a result Jon picked up the music and enjoyed it. He went to local gigs frequently, picked up the guitar and even bought himself a $400 ESP explorer guitar with lots of multi effects pedals and he would be in his room all day and night satisfying his newfound obsession. Mdm Watson said "I knew the kind of music he was into were mostly black and death metal, it bothered me at first since i was brought up in a strict catholic family but i wanted my son to have the freedom to do what he wanted so i let him be". That, as a result saw him being very evil, often freaking his poor mother out by painting his face and buying all sorts of spikes and weird accessories which could just get him arrested if the cops saw him loitering around in Plaza Singapura wearing those and freaking out the 13yr old chinese girls with their 14yr old pimply boyfriends.

         His brother on the other hand was the total opposite of him, he was a vegan and was totally every mother's dream son. He would often score straight As in his exams and he was also active in charities often helping out in welfare centers or organising fund raising events in his school. And all these became worse when he started listening to hardcore/grindcore music sometime last year and he became obsessed with all these charity work. His grades started slipping as he spent most of his time trying to correspond with sick ethiopian children and getting his peers to raise money for the save the green backed copper diamondback snake fund.

         "I knew his intentions were good but by overdoing it, he was only destroying himself and it became worse when his friends got sick and tired of his bickering and called him a loser. He entered a state of depression and he locked himself up everyday blasting hardcore music in his room which broke my heart". Said Mdm Watson.

          We understood that the whole feud at home only started one day about 2 months ago when Jason could not find his Terror CD and he started screaming and shouting and accused his brother of stealing his CD. His brother, who was utterly clueless and already sick of his behavior started verbally abusing him, calling him a hippy and it was then that things turned ugly.

          "One thing about Jason which i noticed", said his mother "was the fact that Jason never drank or smoke and never had a girlfriend, something totally opposite of his brother who was a big drinker, chain smoker and a playboy". And when they both fought, Jonathan was at a clear advantage as he had a bigger profanity vocabulary.

           "What would he know about being a man? that bloody hippy hardly bathes or has a life", screamed Jonathan, and proceeded to walk to Jason's room and burn his World Wide Fund for nature posters.

            "He thinks he is satan, he yaks so much about how the world is doomed, but he doesnt know he can play a part to make the world a better place...that bloody sellout listens to bands which play for the money and not for the passion of music and........" it was at this point that a book thrown by Jonathan landed on Jason's nose knocking him out cold.

             Our reporters had to then be evacuated from the house as things got really ugly and Mdm Watson started crying...we did however ask her for some last parting words in which she said between tears, "I just hope they grow up and realise that life is more than just music." and with those words, we leave you now, goodbye.

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Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Episode 29: Pious Mum Wants To Sue Founder Of Metal

Pious Mum Wants To Sue Founder Of Metal


             A pious and devout catholic lady by the name of Rosetta D' Cruz, 43 is all set to make legal history by becoming the first person in the world to sue someone for actions committed almost 4 decades ago. She wants to sue the bands and musicians who created music which led up to the foundation of metal music which she terribly loathes. Our reporting team managed to get an exclusive interview with her to find out the reasons behind her hatred for the genre.

             "It all started when i was in secondary school back then in 1974, my grades were rapidly falling because i could not study. My dad's gramophone would be blasting records from his favorite bands like Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Jimi Hendrix and so on, and the guitar noise was so damn irritating it actually turned me nuts. Furthermore i was a regular at my church and i spoke to Father Joshua about it and he told me that my dad was influenced by the devil, hence the devil music in our humble abode. Of course i did not like what was going on so i said 3 hallelujiahs and burnt some of my dad's records, he found out about it, got into a rage and left home and never came back." she whimpered. She then added on by saying that now, 30 years later shes a happily married mother of 2 but her kids, Ryan, 18 and Ronald, 16 are into "Satan's music" just like her dad.

              "But this time its worse, the music, or whatever its called is even louder and the vocalist is literally screaming or making this weird throaty noises which gives me goosebumps. And i have caught glimpses of my boys nodding their heads to this music, much like responding to the devil's request of becoming a worse person. Of course i could not tolerate this so i threatened to throw away their CD collection but the ingrates found smarter ways by downloading their songs now. The other day i used their computer to check my e-mail when i saw this program called Winamp on the computer, so i clicked on it and saw a playlist of songs, and the bands had scary names like "Cradle Of Filth", "Dark Funeral" and even one with the name "Nun Slaughter". It really freaked me out as i thought of my younger sister Roslyn who is a nun. So anyway i decided to try to listen to one track, i think it was called Babylon A.D. and the intro freaked the jesus out of me. I pulled out the power supply to the computer, and decided that enough was enough, i had to do something about this.

                It was then that we understood that she went to seek advice from local law practioners to see if she could win her case. We asked her lawyer, I. Vanasu s/o Sam Mehtal Aydes who told us discreetly, "I think shes a bit screwed up there, her statement included bands like Led Zepellin, Black Sabbath, Jimi Hendrix...who the hell in their right minds would wanna sue Jimi Hendrix? that guy was god..........and hes dead" he scoffed.

                We asked her what she thought of her chances with her case if it were to happen, she replied by saying "Of course it will happen, i have to rid the world of all this blasphemy, it is my duty as a child of Christ to bring upon more good than evil in this world. Besides the world is turning very bad with all these influences and it pains my heart to see my kids being one of them on the "other" side. Anyway my church is having a session this sunday on how to live better lives, maybe......" It was at this point our reporters decided to go to the toilet to take a piss as it was getting too cold in the room.

                 That same night while sleeping, our reporter had a dream whereby the lord and saviour Jesus Christ came up to him in his dream and issued a statement saying that he does not condemn metal music as it is a form of art, he also thinks Rosetta is a nutcase, but it is not true if our reporter were making this up, so til then, we will keep you updated about the latest news in this case.

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