Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Independent

Ok so I was fascinated by how the term 'indie' has become quite a fad now in modern day, 21th century Singapore.

Much thanks to the local band scene here, the term indie has somehow been claimed authority amongst youth whom think they're cool since they are part of the gig-going/I have a non-mainstream local band song inside my mp3 circle.

Henceforth, the influx of a certain youth community or tribes whom labelled themselves "indie" and whom all look similar by thier dress sense.
To not further confused you, this youths actually listens to a deviation of sounds which distinctively have a Rock root.

Well so what is indie...
Indie was derived from independent. It refers to artistic expression outside of commercial mainstream. It can be either film, music, publications or of any similar mediums.

Here is some text form wikipedia which i find helpful.

In music context, indie music (from independent) is any of a number of genres, scenes, subcultures and stylistic and cultural attributes, characterised by perceived independence from commercial pop music and mainstream culture and an autonomous, do-it-yourself (DIY) approach.

One of the most common and simplest definitions of "indie" is the definition of not being connected with a major recording label (currently one of the "Big Four" recording companies: Warner, Universal, Sony BMG and EMI). This is the definition used by NME's indie music charts in the UK, among others.


Thus even rap/hiphop music that are not signed to a major recording label can be termed "indie"... Urban-indie.

So literally those kids who termed themselves "indie" are actually listening to indie-rock music. So screw the hey I'm indie,i don't lsiten to mainstream, i'm cooler than you, I wear skinny jeans and have mopped hair and i'm part of the scene rants.

I have even seen this "indie' bunch mocking a local hiphop performance, since the later was somehow a mainstream music genre- much thanks to the MTV overload of hiphop music recently- though it was a DIY production of good quality and is doing great music.

This is an irony since the indie-rock bands themselves are music lovers and would appreciate good music. It is also well known that these bands do collaborate with hiphop artist and have even embark friendship with some of them.

This can be associated with a slew of many friendster profiles disassociating
themselves at first from techno, then reggae and reggaeton recently.
This was much because of these youths thinking themselves of an upper or elite caste and wanting to distant themselves from the community of "typecast youth".
This so that they can post an impression that they're not a mat/minah- a labelled massively put onto these typecast youth by the community.


Besides musically, the term indie can be found in the film industry.
These are films that are produced with little or no help at all from major production house.
This films are usually avant garde or of arts house fare and are at times not appealling to the masses.
But some films can do good and even make it to the box office.

Therefore "indie" does not means those kids with mopped hair and tight jeans.
For a better understanding do visit here.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

A Short Film Project

Photo taken from the TV spot  The power of footbal by Leonardo Ricagni
Image from UNICEF

I'm planning to shoot a short film with a friend, focusing basically on soccer. It'll be a documentary film.
The first draft was that it would explore on why the youth, here in Singapore, prefers playing soccer more than any other sports, evolving mainly around malay boys and thier natural infatuation with the round thing call ball and thier domination of the sport.

The recent rise of chinese boys picking up the game, was it the result of David Beckham, Christiano Ronaldo or plainly a sudden surge of interest.
Do they really want to at least play at club levels or even don the national colors or are they just content at having a ball and just enjoying it as a form of leisure treatment.

On youths who loves Hiphop, but are ignorant about basketball.
Geared in baggy jeans, AirForce ones and jerseys spouting the names of Michael Jordan, Allen Iversen and etc., one would wonder do they really play the game?
But one thing for sure, most plays soccer.

On the local football fraternity, you see boys playing at every space they could get, those SSC field, them housing estates street soccer courts; now sprouting like mushrooms, and even under your HDB void deck. But where are they when S-league matches are played live in a stadium right at the convenience of thier neighbourhood, and btw it ony cost a dollar for students per admission!

What big is epl, does owning a cable box and staying up late upon starhub's channel 22 justify a label that you're a supporter. You don't even get to touch the grounds of Old Trafford, Highbury or Anfield. So what is Jln Besar, Bedok Stadium and Jurong Stadium to you?
Have you been in one?

And those apeks and uncles, scrutinising every moves some character in football kit does in the silver screen, while sipping Tiger or anjikao.
What are they, the 12th man of the football team?
Do the players really hear them?

So here in a film, which I hope would start its engine by may/june, would explore all this issues on a community level.
The elements of what the whole soccer scene is about, from those chased away by authority for playing soccer at a basketball court to them apeks sipping Tiger while procrastinating and cheering.

So there's a Tiger behind every Lion huh?
So what is the Tiger?
A beer?
Sorry I don't drink.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Satu malam di belakang Tua Pek Kong.

Without prior notice,
The nyamuks' & the lalats' have hold a great feast from midnight till dusk this morning at Loyang.

May hell be upon them...
Bloodsuckers!

Monday, February 20, 2006

Tragedi Malam minggu

Its quite downside you see, to be growing up in a rather conservative muslim family.
You'd have to content with all those pretext and "guidelines".

Yesterday was no exception.
I think I made the very stupid wrong choices which ended myself being in this rather mess up state.
I know, I should have known better!

It all started with a harmless call from some friends who wanted to hang out.
As per normal, it would be perilously strange for me to be granted permission to be outside in the wee hours of the night.
Therefore came the indigenous idea of them coming over.
Well so, I invited them and even had the mum know about it.
This wasn't the first, back then it was over the pretext of studying.
So yeah, they reach round' 12 ish- in the morning.
They were greeted with hostlity in the background.
And within a few minutes, I was asked to get them outta the house.

Shit.
I only got myself to blame here.
I should have known better I tell you.
I should have known best!

The incident escalate to a more poignant condition just now after the evening prayers.
I was anticipating it- that the father would interrupt into a rather convetional 'peace be upon you' greeting, and started lecturing on what had happen, that it is wrong, what had I become to and whatever problems that he could think off.

So yeah, the whole thing started as some shit that is harmless and unintentional and ended up with myself getting a earful.
Its not easy I tell you to just listen, you've to endure all those sad stories and character highlight which were mend to put some guilt into you.

Well I'm not here to highlight that everything is unfavourable.
I do get my fair share of going out, over night at chalets and all those random times to spent outside.
But maybe I think that it would add up much bliss if the parents stop over reacting.

Maybe then I can live life like some of them, the more that I don't want to compare, I would have to...

Well, at least justin made my day.

Hell yeah, this is not one of your teenange rebellious angst!
I'm merely saying that it could have been better for some reasons.

Friday, February 17, 2006

I'll penetrate thier comunity.

I had the luxurious chance of going to the Franz Ferdinand concert just now.
I wasn't a fan but the persistent coaxing from fellow course-mate and the great reviews from reliable sources had me in.
It was alright, plus the fact that it was my first time stepping into the indoor stadium.

I noticed that there was a significant number of expats turnout for the gig.
What surprised most was that there were families and older couples which looked and I assumed, came in groups.
This would be strange in an asian family which are presumably conservative.
There were also groups of young white kids in the free standing floor, much to the absent of the feeling 'young indie malay boys' who seem to hog week in week out at the esplanade.

I'm having a test at nine hundred hours.
But I seem to be in front of the computer screen.
Must be the broadband!

Why do the expats kids community here like to segregate themselves.
I'll penetrate the community I tell you...
I will.
I'll break barriers.
Thats the love.

I'm listening to Anuar Zain's Kembalilah kekasih on repeat mode.
I don't know why...

Talk more later or just ask me personally.
I should be studying.
Out!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

The story that must be told

So this is it the collective blog.
Post your post people.

But remember, keep it low.
Hah.