Musically me

2013 has been a good year for music – what with a great line-up of rock and roots artists and Norah Jones coming to town. Discovering and buying new music has become unbelievable easy as well ever since iTunes started allowing that in Singapore; Apple truly revolutionised music delivery. Anyway, with the Killers and Mark Knopfler’s new albums and Robert Plant shifting some space here in Singapore, there isnt much more one can ask for. Oh, except that the Killers are playing at F1 this year.


Turn the page – Bob Seger.

On a long and lonesome highway,
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
Moanin’ out it’s one old song
You can think about the woman,
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin’,
The way they always do
When you’re ridin’ 16 hours,
And there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again,
There I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin’ star again,
There I go, turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant,
Uh strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
As you’re shakin’ off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you,
But you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can’t hear ’em talk,
Other times you can

All the same old cliché’s,
Is it woman, is it man
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don’t dare make a stand
Make your stand

Ah But here I am, on the road again,
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, ah playin’ star again,
There I go, turn the page

Out there in the spotlight,
You’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy,
You try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body,
Like the music that you play

Later in the evenin’,
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers,
Ringin’ in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette,
Rememberin’ what she said

What she said
Yeah, and here I am,
On the road again,
There I am, up on that stage
Here I go, playin’ star again,
There I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page

There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah
Here I go-oh-o, There I go
And I’m gone


Stand by me.

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah

Whenever you’re in trouble won’t you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darlin’, darlin’, stand by me-e, stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me


When Dolphins Cry

We discovered Sri Lanka over the Easter break. 5 days, 1300 km, animals and insects galore and non-stop drama. We drove till there was no tomorrow, saw ‘wild’ dolphins and tame elephants, pointed at monkeys and rescued kids and pickup trucks. Obviously, it was smashing.

The dolphins were absolutely breathtaking. I knew that we were going to see them but watching them oh so close to the boat, playing with the small wake behind and witnessing air jumps was an out of body experience. We were lucky enough to catch almost three dozen of them all around. If only, we could have swum with them.

Sri Lanka is an amazing country but its odd that there is such unequivocal support for the war. Mahinda Rajapaksha stares down at you from almost every road corner and streetside eatery and you hear nothing but good things about him. Perhaps it was because we only spoke to the Sinhalese or maybe its a form of banding together to show support to the army (although history doesn’t really support that)?


Endless rain into a paper cup

As my friends and I approach the quarter-century mark, the search for meaning has taken centre stage on life’s dashboard. We are all reasonably average guys, working in reasonably good jobs for reasonably good pay. Slowly but surely, the feeling that the current routine isn’t enough creeps up on you. Learn a new language some say or go cross-country biking while others dabble in charity but these seem like mere diversions. Meet new people is the other common clutch though the wisdom shared with inebriated strangers on fri evenings is as enlightening as the sat hangover.

And if yeh dil maange even more, is there a different route from the get married-have kids-take responsibility bandwagon?

Siddhartha Vaidyanathan in this ( brilliant piece talks about how his group of 20-something friends are going through a career crisis due to the phasing out of the fab five of Indian cricket. A close friend talks about how some couples have taken the nosedive into marriage while we are only left with broken hearts. Facebooking is the new excuse for keeping in touch with friends and travelling to more countries than your peers is ‘the’ excuse to be snobbish.

More and more, we find meaning in the lyrics of songs. Surely, these doped-up inspired souls can give us direction. Nothings gonna change my world sing the Beatles. Satisfaction achieved.