Of My Moleskine Notebook

I’m procrastinating my add. maths homework at one a.m. on a tuesday morning; so predictably this is just yet another random and unreadable post.

I was listening to Zane Lowe, after an age of not streaming anything and he played a song by Cajun Dance Party which just went bang in my ears. It’s fun fun fun, like Broken Social Scene but fun. Like a not-depressed-version of Arcade Fire. And fun.

The word Cajun makes me think of three things, Cajun Chicken, Cajun people and Shia La Beouf.

Cajun chicken is spicy and sweet style of cooking chicken and almost always served in overpriced salads in KL cafes; The Cajuns are an ethnic group from Louisiana who speak various dialects in French, and Shia La Beouf is the hot Cajun Jewish boy I’ve yet to watch in Transformers.

So judging by my very narrow and limited knowledge in certain fields in culture, I didn’t really expect young underaged kids from London in skinny jeans with messy hair, jangly guitars and thick accents to be playing fun fun fun music about Amylase out of all things.

Actually thats a lie, I was listening to British radio; the likelyhood of me listening to five kids that look as if they’ve all been starved to death before they raided Topshop is like “duh”. And I think I’ve seen the band around the place in last.fm; so it wasn’t a shock or anything.
It just gives a nice feeling.

Though I’m pissed about not getting to see Transformers yet.

Cajun Dance Party on : Myspace // Hype Machine // BBC London

By the by, Rock Corner in Subang Parade is hiring part-time (atleast I think I saw “part-time”). Funny thing is, they’re looking for “Chinese Female Promoters”. Not to start a debate on race or discrimination or whatever, but what’s wrong with instead showing some love to Malay girls with a music collection the size of your hard drive?

I’m 16 now and its legal for me to work part-time. Adli’s like, “just go and ask lah, or say you’re half Chinese or whatever”.

Yeah, but I don’t have the guts to ask my parents. I mean, come on.

“Ma, Pa, can I work part-time in a record store in the afternoons rather than falling asleep, I’ll spend my days immersing myself in a full musical educational experience. No need to worry about me every entering the world of wasted adolescense filled with drug-overdose, failed pregnancies, pre-marital sex and excessive alcohol consumption, or even cigarettes as I would already learn all about it from the wisdom of double disk Bob Dylan Best of CDs, Janice Joplin, Cat Power, PJ Harvey, Radiohead, Shostakovich to name the very few from the top of my head ?”

“…..Waddafark?”