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Full Discography of Marilyn Manson

2009-03-30T04:17:00.000-07:00

Marilyn Manson is a rock band based in Los Angeles, California. Advocates of nonconformity, and often utilising controversial imagery and lyrical content, the band is commonly described as shock rock. It is difficult to categorise the band, as it displays influences from many genres of hard rock, including industrial, heavy metal and glam rock. Each album thus far has had a distinct and individual sound, and the band and frontman endeavor to devise and use a unique image and aesthetic for each album’s era. The band was formed in 1989 in Fort Lauderdale, Florida as “Marilyn Manson & the Spooky Kids”. The band’s uniquely theatrical performances gathered a local cult following that subsequently developed into a worldwide fanbase. (more…)

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1994 - Portrait of an American Family

1995 - Smells Like Children (EP)

1996 - Antichrist Superstar

1997 - Remix and Repent

1998 - Mechanical Animals

1999 - The Last Tour On Earth

2000 - Holy Wood

2003 - Golden Age Of Grotesque

2004 - Lest We Forget

2007 - Eat Me, Drink Me

Last Hours

2007-12-30T20:47:00.000-08:00

My intention to celebrate the New Years Eve in Subaya, Kintamani is about getting unstoppable. All the fact I found in the town become a nightmare, surely. I can’t imagine how crowded it would on the last hours approaching 2008. All the vehicles, all the people, all the polluted air and all that stressing noises. Oh…gosh I would never pick that kind of live. Who did?

This afternoon all my stuffs were packed and I am ready to get the hell out of the town. Cold airs, calm situation, chilling environments are waiting me up there. I wish anyone could be happy in town this evening. I wish anyone who stuck on the way could be happy as well. I put already the best thing I can get to celebrate these last hours with all of my good friends in Subaya.

So world, I wish you all the best start into 2008 and happy New Year.
Subaya…I am coming.

Mandi Hujan

2007-12-25T08:16:00.000-08:00

I am not going to say “Hurray…, the rain is falling…” But I say “Hell yeah…the polluted water is fucking dropped!” Say your gratitude to Whom makes it fell and say your curse to whom makes it polluted. Been three days continuously rain didn’t stop. In the other part of this country might flooded already at some point and that’s pretty obvious. After the long hard bright hot sunny day shaking everybody’s throat the coming of this miracle heals the souls and put a disaster at the same time.

Rain in nowadays is absolute differ from the old days where it was pure plain water with no containing harmful substance caused by vehicle gas. Rain takes away whatever is floating in the sky and brings it down to the earth together; put an empty bucket and set it into the rain then you will see what I am talking about.

I was doing a little stupid thing three days ago. When I woke up in the morning the rain was falling for let say 2-3 hours and that’s what pushing me to wake up earlier. I said I love to be on the rain so I grab my pants and put it on and run down to the street. I enjoy every drop of rain that falls and try to follow the drips. I scoop the water in my hands up to my face and try to ignore everything about it; I just want to be on the rain. I ran along the street. The rain was so hard and I barely can open my eyes. On my way running all the people staring at me and probably they think I was stupid. I didn’t give any shit and keep running just like what Forest Gump did on movie.

I am not that energetic nor I am into any sport exercise, it’s just something else I always feel about the rain. That’s probably the last time I do that stupid thing, running into the rain. For now, I will only enjoy the rain with my guitar and cup of coffee. Any sweet girl wants to be my guitar?

Below the sky

2007-12-17T10:43:00.000-08:00

Was keep dreaming to have that beautiful landscape in Subaya installed somewhere in the middle of Denpasar, in front of this office would be great! I am not being bored watching 'Adek = anak depan kantor)' with that sexy 'kebaya' every afternoon, it's just something different driven me crazy and leading me into its deepest mystify of nature. What does strongly attract me is sitting easily in that old bench staring at the green hill hanging below the beautiful blue sky with the white magical haze covering. That's all!

In the weekdays lately business is on rush approaching to the end of the year till now but then I said I must go liberate my mind a little bit whatever it takes. No more bullshit forget who doesn't commit to join, we just straight driving and comb the shadow in the night to get our favorite contemplating place, Ipung house. I always want to go to this place, the place where I can feel the real rejuvenating moment some other way. I almost keep smiling along the way we drive. It's like when you are sentenced to have heaven to visit for free.

I am so ready to take my time there. In the night we arrive, I can listen to the trees singing blown by the wind. In the morning you will have that mystical hill stretched across the sea behind it. Simply have a seat in front of the house with a cup of coffee plus jazz music playing then you got the paradise set and ready to enjoy.

We were actually having some project plan in order to save the forest. We start to collect the data and information about the land which has damage population and dry soil. Take a picture, discuss it with village chief and create a project proposal for the government and (or) companies who care about the global warming issue. Our project is to plant new trees on the damaged land caused by illegal logging. Hopefully, there will be some help from anyone who commit to global warming issue.

Mas Ipung, one of our members on BOC (Bali Outbound Community) who lived there for ten years and knows well about the illegal logging activity and the only man who have a direct communication with the villagers makes it easier to get the project accomplished. In his house as well we always spend our time almost one time every month to visit for just having fun or do some projects like this. Such do two things as one.

In my personal opinion, I just don't want to lose such beautiful nature where we used to get chilled and rejuvenated caused by people who didn't understand about the impact of damaged forest. I want to have that paradise set available for thousand years from now on.

Shrouded and Darkness

2007-11-26T00:31:00.000-08:00

I remember one time a couple years ago a friend recommended to me this progressive metal albums. She really love this band and very much admiring their lyrics as she is a poetist. I said "I'll see if I can get the album here in Bali..." and I can't wait too long to feed my self with it so I crawl to any CD store to find them. All the places I went didnt give me a shit even blackmarket one. Opeth is a new subdivision of Scandinavian metal rooted who sells millions of copy from their first album Orchid to Ghost Reveries and is the greatest one from now on. Recently, I just found the albums somewhere (don't ask) and it's true, they're so fucking cool.

Considering to thousands of heavy metal websites and forums talk about Opeth, I found something awesome as I listen to almost all of their songs. Mikael Akerfeldt, one man who seems to be the mastermind, song writer and singer strongly depict this band true color. Their musical arrangement just genius. Mixtured of such of different shit and combined beautifully as a piece of sounding art. Forget all about new metal and lets get an advance topic in this issue.

One thing about Opeth and could be the lack out of common issues discussed is what I slightly different think about Fredrik Akesson the guitar player. I don't get what is he trying to kicks any other ways. His tunes are obviously beautiful but is way slow for progressive death he play. Some of riffs are expected to have a delicately speedy tapping or fingering technique and I barely find it. I believe it would be kicking if he at least put it in some of his interludes. It is out of about being exclusively different to have an average skill playing instruments while Opeth are stepping on a fame level. His tunes character shown to be a soul of Opeths' epic part and its successfully impressing till its raising into hard riffs and as Akerfeldt growls, I really wish he (Akesson) did something crazy with his guitar. Akerfeldt already did something with his accoustic guitar and its enough to make it sound like in heaven atmosphere so Akesson should be handle the evils sound, the brutal crazy fingering. Perfect! What do you say Akesson?

Angel, I should say my gratitude to you for being so inspiring giving me this Evil to me. I now realize why are you so much up into Opeth. When your grandma was passed, I have no idea if there is a thing to do between you and Opeth even when I read your poem till I got Deliverance and Damnation which is dedicated to Akerfeldt grandmother who died from a car accident during their recording.

Nonton Konsernya She

2007-11-14T04:06:00.001-08:00

It was so embarrassing and I don't believe it really happen to me...*lmao. I always hate pop and with chicks playing in a band, what do you expect from them? Nothing but crap! The other one is oh...gosh I think I am gonna shoot my head for just typing their name, so I better shut up. Their was 2 bands took a role on the event. Its just something else about one of them I am going to write down here.

Alrighty, I would say it was just because I feel had to attend this event otherwise somebody will get mad and kill me. Noviar, I know that he will never seriously spare a time to read my blogs so I put his name anyway. It was Hard Rock Radio Bali anniversary celebration held on Kamasutra last weekend. HR Radio Bali is one of our client and it could be the reason why did they invite us. One of their guy gave the invitation to Noviar. Yet Noviar promised to attend with all the team, whatta!

I really don't want to come and it will make him feel upset. He knew who I am with all my stuffs and it should be easy for me to work it out. The thing is, he had spit out the promises that is unfair to cancel it. I keep thinking up what should I tell him. Everyone seems to be so easy to get their own reason not to come. Ojie, he just simply say that Nita his girlfriend want him to come to her house on the same time. Antok, his wife want him just stay at home with her watching Oprah (and have sex maybe, secara mereka penganten baru...) and Didi got his role schedule shift at night so he completely free. Me, I wish I got something instead of metal mp3 playlists, long black hair and ridiculous ripped jeans.

I have no idea what to tell so I just get my self into it. The night has comes, Noviar picked me up and we go straight to Kuta. We were 6...no...no...no actually we're 5 and a half, yeah...I don't believe he took his little sister with him, Hemas. The other guys was Ricko, Pacul and Ia. As I had imagined, a crowded pop lovers, couple of teenagers, clubbers are mixed up with their fancy cars and strong perfume stabbing. Couldn't get more worse. The only thing that makes me feel okay was that the band members of 'She' are hot. At least that is what I heard about them. I'd never see them on TV or anywhere else.

This is the first time I see them and live. Their were couples of rock hits cover tracks they play and its awesome. I really don't up into their own songs *what am I...nuts?*so its kind of cool to get them played U2 for example. I like the vocalist. She got strenght, able to reach high pitch without losing the control. She is so fucking rock and so fucking hot! I will do anything to get her in my bed. Nah...it was a fucking joke! By the way, I don't like her hair style to be honest. Its reminds me to Dina Mariana, the oldies singer on 80's...*lmao*

I just try to understand or even find something to observe their musical skills. They're not bad actually and just something else to me. However, I prefer to chicks who play metal other than pop.

Mystery of Dlundung (MKBI)

2007-10-29T14:44:00.000-07:00

It was supposed to be a simple and save adventure and more like family picnic to me. What we had planned was just spend a couple of nights install a mini tent somewhere around the camp spot in Dlundung Waterfall district of Trawas west side of Mt. Penanggunan (1650 m, East Java) riffing a guitar, sing along...and get drunk of course. We were 4 young disturbed boys, tried to get rid off the boring home situation.

Mantri, the coolest guy among us. Not a big talker and he like to listen what people saying but when he says something it must be the funniest thing in the world. He play guitar more often than I do. Kliwir, aggressive good looking guy do stupid thing sometimes. What I remember about Kliwir since we're a small boy that he is not so energetic. I always beat him for sprint. Mantri and Kliwir are friends of my childhood. Bowo, he knows everything and is smarter than anyone of us. Live in my environment after he moved from Surabaya a year before we do this trip. He suffered some kind of long term complication. We spend bunch of time together at home till one night we decided to do something else. Go camping.
Day 1, an hour driving takes us to Dlundung waterfall. At the camp spot we install our tent just next to other camps belongs to high school students, not so good though. We feel ridiculous to be honest but when I start cook some instant noodles and cups of coffee everybody seems happy then. We drink alcohol because of freezing temperature, play a guitar under the strong moonlight get wild and enjoy the night.

Day 2, we decided to move for new place and try to get the hell out there. 3 hours walking, comb the bushes climb the hill takes us to the other waterfall. Guess what, we meet again those high school students with their trainer do some kind of stupid unification. We can hear they're screaming from hundreds of meters. The students were forced to stand right in the falling-spot waterfall. I can't believe it, we were tried to stay away from them and now after hours walking we still meet them there. Bowo and Kliwir were so ready to join the waterfall so they straight away take off their clothes and jump into the water. Mantri and I choose to wait the students leave and not so long one by one they're leaving and finally gone. Once again I make sure they are all disappeared then I can start do whatever I like. We are all enjoying the fresh cold waterfall and everybody is happy.

Around 1pm.
We got an extra energy and feel rejuvenated to continue seeking new shelter, 4 young men take a walk down the passage next to abyss and only fit for one person. Bowo, Kliwir, Mantri and I were the last person who leave waterfall.

There was something strange out there. Along the way we walked my mind keep telling me to look back. It’s like there’s something following behind. Slowly I turn my head back and got nothing, it was definitely my hallucination only. I try to remember who exactly the last person at the waterfall was and of course no one but me. This feeling keeps haunting me up on and on and I looked back again many times after all. I didn’t tell anyone about that even my self. I try to ignore it.

Less than an hour trekking, I catch a beautiful spot on the way. It was a green clean land about 5 meters height in top of us. I think it might be a good idea to install the tent up there and it is not so far from the source of water. I talk to anyone what I got in my mind and come up with the idea to climb that land. We start to going up climb the land and after 5, 6, 7 meters we have the land is cycling and is impossible to install a tent right there. Try to climb few meters higher hoping there’s a flat one so we can stop and start install the tent but we could not find it. Again, there is a better one I can see up there and this time I am pretty sure this is what we looking for, another 5 meters climb up and still we didn’t find a good one. This thing happened several times and we still have a chance to take pictures, do a little bit fun. 5 meters more, 6 meters more, 10 meters more and still we got nothing till we reach hundreds meters of height. I was shocked when I figured we’re so far away left our last passage down there and it’s like impossible to get back.

We stop climb and think. We have no idea what is in up there yet but then again we never want to get back down there, it’s too risky. All we can see is the deadly abyss just next to a very narrow alley down there that almost unseen from the top. We decide to keep climb and find another land to install the tent and try to find the new way home.

After a few meters more with empty-hand we climb, there is something bad happens. Bowo slipped and fell down. He was lucky there is a small tree he can hold immediately and survived but he lost his backpack that was just attached in his right arm. There is nothing we can do about that. We are all quite and watching his backpack rolling down the hill for seconds and disappeared. Mini stove, food, tent and the other stuffs was just gone, finished. We’re not going to get that backpack down there so we continue to climb. Now, we’re just completely lost and tired. We’re fucked up.

Around 3pm.
Finally we reach the top of the hill and there’s no fucking way to do anything up there. Bunch of mossy rocks is everywhere and we couldn’t get through without some proper equipment. We stop climb and pray. Rain is falling and we start to shiver. I can see the others face looks pale. Nothing is easy.

After 10 minutes silent, finally we decided to go back down. A plastic rope, we tie it into a big tree and stretch it down along the hill. We’re going to drop our self down through the rope. We doubled the rope just to make sure it is strong. Bowo go first, smoothly and seems works. I follow him 10 meters right after and I think we’re all going to be okay. Kliwir catch me up with guitar attached on his shoulder and he looks overwhelmed with his position. Bowo is about reaching the ground, the narrow alley where we used to walk. The last person is Mantri, he’s about waiting and watching Kliwir do something with his difficulties and suddenly something is up, shocking me off. Kliwir is falling down; his body was struggle with guitar still attached, he is trying to grab anything on the way he fall. His body was right in top of me and is about coming to me. I am panic, I prepare my self to catch him by stretching my leg so he can grab it but he was just passing by. I only can see him rolling down like a ball. I said to my self that he must be dead if he fell into the abyss after the narrow alley down there. Thank God his body stuck on the small tree just a few meters before he gets into the alley. I go down faster with my little prayer wondering he is just okay. I see blood is all over his body and he is just sitting silent. As soon I get him then I try to help and guide him to get the alley just another few meters down but he can’t even move his legs. Down there, I hear Bowo calling a help. So, I go down to find out what is going on and leave Kliwir sitting and bleeding up there.

I found the guitar with Bowo’s backpack stuck on the alley and its good tough but Bowo is collapse on the ground just next to the abyss and groaning. He got his complication relapsing and shivering badly. I cover him with double matt, mine and his but that’s seems not enough to keep him warm. He is in pain; I can hear his little prayer while he is groaning. Everything was just perfect. I got one is suffer from a serious complication down here; one is sitting and bleeding after fell down from hundreds of meter and another one I almost forgot, Mantri.

Around 5pm.
Mantri didn’t even make any movement. He seems never want to go down after he saw Kliwir falling. He is so scared to do anything wrong so he just standing still holding a tree hundreds of meter up there where I barely can see him. I yell to him and ask to go down here so we can get out of here but he barely can hear me even I scream louder with all energy left. I keep yelling up to convince that he will be okay if he just go carefully down through the rope but sound of the rain make us hard to communicate. Its getting late and we really should get out of there otherwise the dark will cover the alley. It takes a while to make him understand the situation till finally he starts moving. As Mantri start moving I keep trying to communicate to support his courage. Meantime, I ask Kliwir to come down as well but still he didn’t say anything and I got Bowo keep groaning. Mantri moves very slow and when he catches up Kliwir, he takes him down together. As they both coming I prepare anything to start walking and carry Bowo with me. I do anything to support my self and anyone of us.

On the way back to camp spot, we are all quite. No jokes, no talk, nothing. We should be very careful with our steps on that narrow alley.

Hours walking and I feel tired, shaky, starving and forgot the way back. Many times we get stuck if there is a deviation on the way. I pray to God to guide us through His land. Not so long after that something is up. There is a voice of azan, Muslim call to prayer echoing in distance and its coming from a small village not so far from a camp spot. Now we walk faster with the correct direction. Kliwir and Bowo start walking by them self .

On the camp spot we meet students’ trainer and he let us come into his tent. He lives alone there and his students already left that day. As we have a conversation he gives us a paper, a newspaper sheet and asks us to rip it into small pieces and stick it into our bleeding skin. We just realize there are so many leech stick all over our body. He feels sorry about what happen to us and with his kindness he makes us some Indomie noodles.
We spend the night on his tent. I feel sorry for having a bad thinking about him.

Day 3, we really missed our home since what happened to us up there. We decide to go home and forget everything.

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"I want you guys to keep it quite.
I don’t want anyone talk about it!!???" -Kliwir-
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"There was an evil on you who control us up there…" -Mantri-
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"That was unforgettable shit we have up there and
I will tell my boy the story one day..." -Bowo-

Subaya Waterfall - Bali, Indonesia ~ Hidden Tropical Treasure

2007-08-22T00:09:00.000-07:00

Bali has subjected to one of the most beautiful place in the world especially with its unique island and beaches around it. About 16.000 tourists had arrived in this island everyday. Most famous places such as Kuta beach, Dreamland beach, Padang-padang beach, Uluwatu temple, Ulun Danu temple etc. are known well by the tourists and contributed a lot to the country by its incomes and taxes. Simply inviting many expatriates come to Bali for investing. There is still many places as beautiful as the mainstream location. Deep inside the island there is many locations that only a few people ever seen. Hiding somewhere at Bangli resident there is an amazing waterfall (about 50 meters height) called Kutuh. Surrounded by the hills and covered with cold fresh air this place need some delicated touch to make it more pretty. There is a community called Bali Outbound Community (BOC) concern about Kutuh waterfall and the other unexplored places. To reach Kutuh needs 8 - 9 hours trekking comb the hills and rivers and that obviously need a good pair of shoes to do that. Start on the Subaya village walk down through the passage acrross the river and sometimes climb the bunch of rocks. Kutuh still need to be organize and will have a great alternative value for tourism in Bali.

If you stay at hotel in Denpasar, Kuta Sanur or Nusa Dua all you need is ask your driver to drive you to Subaya Village closed to Pucak Penulisan about 45 kms from Denpasar. At Subaya Village you will need a villager guide to get into the waterfall and there is Pak Wayan Mertaada or you can organize it with BOC crews.

All you have to prepare is a good pair of shoes, enough water, food, camera and great stamina for sure. Good Luck!

Elements of Successful Photography~By Rolando Gomez

2007-08-15T23:39:00.001-07:00

Photography comes in many genres, and like Hollywood producers, photographers cater to their different audiences in different forms. A good photograph, like a good picture show, will leave movies in the mind. Some genres of photography are sought more than others, some genres pay more than others, and some are easier to master than others; but one form of photography, glamour, is not as “publicly” accepted as the rest, though elements of glamour are more sought after in images today.
The irony of glamour photography’s public acceptance is the elements of it are often found in most photography. You have wedding photographers shooting photojournalistic images, but at the same time, they add just a touch of glamour in most of their “bride” photographs. Other photographers add the element of glamour in their photojournalism, nature, portraits, and fashion images, sometimes knowingly, and sometimes unknowingly.

The evidence of glamour in images is found through the smiles on model’s faces—and these rarely show teeth, only the harmony of the model’s eyes with the corner’s of her lips. Magazines like Maxim, FMH, Details, and photographers like David LaChapelle have imbedded this in our minds, as they are masters of blurring fashion with glamour in their photographs through the use of smiles on model’s faces.

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Good wedding photographers have learned to capture these smiles too, often brides are expressing a glamour pose; smiling, and not just showing teeth. The trick is capturing the smile as it happens, versus a "grip and grin" type image. Elements of glamour within an image bring power to these and other types of photographs. When a bride is sitting on the back of a motorcycle zooming off while her leg is bearing her garter, that is glamour combined with photojournalism. The photojournalism gives it the motion; the leg and garter give it the power of glamour.

Power in photography separates pictures from photographs and photographers from shooters. Anyone can shoot a picture, but not everyone can capture a photograph. Glamour is not something new, its roots go back to the early 1900’s, originating in Hollywood where photographs provided power to the already famous.

The producers wanted their stars to shine, not glimmer, and they knew that good photographers could capture the drama and excitement often associated with Hollywood. Ruth Harriet Louise, a photographer who worked at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, or MGM during her early twenties, from 1925 to 1930 was one that helped stars shine using glamour. Her hundreds if not thousands of images helped frame the public’s perception of Hollywood glamour and glitz along with placing importance on fashion—impacting us still today.

Hollywood knows glamour sells, and in 1953, Playboy took glamour to new heights thanks to a young man named Hugh Hefner. At that point, glamour pushed the envelope by including nudity. Though nudity is not a requirement in glamour, “showing a little skin” is often a trademark of glamour, not the theatrical make-up and fancy clothes used by your local mall studios to create so-called glamour shots.

Adding a touch of glamour to your photography is easy, it only requires one or more main elements of glamour, and photographers shooting for magazines today are successful in incorporating this in their work.
One of the elements of glamour is to incorporate a clean background, separating the subject from the background, often accomplished with medium to long telephoto lenses. Lens compression, found naturally in telephoto lenses, helps eliminate natural clutter, or distracting details. Tight cropping of the subject to eliminate the background is a basic fundamental of photography that helps separate the subject even more.

Another element is shooting vertical, as verticals tend to be more powerful to the human mind, as we are complacent with the horizontal view we see from the moment we are born. If you don’t believe in verticals, just look at any magazine at the bookstore—it’s vertical, like 99% of all magazines—marketing at its finest. Turn your camera, it was made to shoot verticals, don’t let verticals intimidate you, but provide equal balance with horizontal images for any shoot, as you may need images someday for a horizontal calendar.

Diagonals, or imaginary diagonals, are the powerful lines often found in glamour. The rule is if it has a joint, “it was meant to be bent.” Look at the subject’s facial lines, the neck, arms and legs, don’t be afraid to use tilt where you can, and look for the imaginary diagonals formed naturally by your subject. These diagonals should run from one corner of the image to another, even in their most subtle forms.

While working to form these imaginary diagonals, don’t forget to tilt the head and chin slightly. Avoid shooting nostrils, but avoid shooting chins in chests. Think about how we walk and look in our everyday lives—those with pride walk with their head up high in a charismatic fashion, not down low as though ashamed.
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Finally the last element of glamour is actually four-sub elements with an emphasis on the “S,” and you only need one of the five coming from your subject to produce a photograph that sells. Top-box-office Hollywood movies have mastered most of those “S’s,” known as sexiness, sultriness, sensuality, and seductiveness.

Any of these four add an aura to any image, whether posed for an image, or being chased by the paparazzi your subject’s ability to convey one of the four “S’s” is key and powerful. Be careful on how you communicate to your subject your intent to produce such an effect—it could land you in jail.

Perhaps this is why glamour photography has taken a bad rap at times as narcissistic at its best and downright tawdry and sleazy at its worst. Just like Hollywood, photography has its share of controversy, and with the resurgence of glamour elements in photography, one must be careful in trying to achieve the feel of drama and excitement in an image. When done properly, a touch of glamour in your photography will make your subject shine, placing your subject toe to toe with any Hollywood star any time.

(taken from glamour1.com)

Janis Lyn Joplin

2007-08-14T22:24:00.001-07:00

Janis Lyn Joplin was born January 19, 1943 and died October 4, 1970. In between she led a triumphant and tumultuous life blessed by an Innate talent to convey powerful emotion through heart-stomping rock-and-roll singing. Born and raised in Port Arthur, Texas, a small Southern petroleum Industry town, she gravitated to artistic Interest cultivated bay parents Seth and Dorothy Joplin.

Janis broke with local social traditions during the tense days of racial integration, standing up for the rights of African Americans whose segregated status in her hometown seared her youthful Ideals. Along with fellow band beatnik-reading high school students, she pursued the non-traditional via arts and literature, especially music. They gravitated to folk and jazz with Janis especially taken with the blues, Janis began copying the styles of Bessie Smith, Odetta and Leadbelly. She played the coffee houses and hootenannies of the day in the small towns of Texas. She later ventured to the beatnik haunts of Venice, North Beach and the Village of New York, eventually landing in Austin, Texas as a student at the University of Texas. Jumping into the on-the-edge lifestyle cultivated by the beats, Janis thrilled at her creativity but almost lost herself in experiments with drugs and alcohol, especially speed.

Returning home for a year to a question her life direction, she excelled at college but was never content. Music still called her to her in spite of its dangerous association with drugs. "The two aren't wedded," her friend counseled. When old Austin friend, Chet Helms, then in San Fransisco, called to offer her a singing audition with an up-and-coming local group, Janis was tempted. She found a vital San Fransisco community, turned upside down by the flower children of 1966, and was offered the singing position in a relatively obscure group called "Big Brother and the Holding Company."

Big Brother played in the bay area and up and down the California coast, to ever-increasing enthusiasm for their unique brand of psychedellic rock. They initially signed with Mainstream Records, a small outfit that did little promotion, but did produce an album and two singles, "Blindman" and "All Is Loneliness." Then during the summer of 1967--the "Summer of Love"--Big Brother played a large concert, the Monterey International Pop Festival. Janis smashed through her anonymity with Big Mama Thornton's "Ball and Chain" and the world took note.

The group was actively courted by Albert Grossman, one of the most powerful entertainment managers of the day. Through his representation, they signed a three-record recording contract with Columbia Records, who bought out Mainstream's rights. Their "Cheap Thrills" album was released in August, 1968 and soon went gold, presenting the hits "Piece of My Heart" and "Summertime." The band was playing to large audiences, for big fees, and the billing now read "Janis Joplin with Big Brother and the Holding Company." The pressure mounted, Income rose and hipple rockers indulged themselves with their new ability to use high-price drugs. Drugs began affecting their performing and work relationships and in Christmas of 1968, the group played its last gig together.

Janis formed a new group, oriented more toward blues and released a new album "I Got Dem 'Ol Kozmic Blues Again, Mama" in September of 1969. In the U.S., mixed reviews greeted the new sound but in Europe the group was welcome with loudly enthusiastic praise. Still the anything-goes lifestyle grew with greater use of drug and alcohol to both increase the artistic creativity and to handle the tensions of coming down. Finally recognizing the problems in her life, Janis quit her drug use. She formed a third band, called Full Tilt Boogle Band, which evolved more professional popular sound. Janis felt she'd finally found her unique style of white blues. She was never happier with her new music. While recording her next album "Pearl," she chanced into using heroin again. Obtaining a dose more pure than usual, she accidentally overdosed in a motel in Los Angeles at the age of 27. Her third album was released posthumously to wide acclaim, launching the popular songs "Me and Bobby McGee" and "Mercedes Benz."

Janis's albums have gone gold, platinum, and triple platinum. Her "Greatest Hits" album still tops the charts in Billboard. Several new releases have followed her death, with wide acclaim for her boxed set, "Janis." She was the subject of a 1973 feature documentary, "Janis," and numerous TV documentaries, the most notable being VH-1's Legends program.

A MILD LIVE SOUNDRENALINE SOUND OF CHANGE 2007~BALI

2007-08-13T01:32:00.000-07:00

Roy, Andry, Henry got crazy at stage - Aksi Banting Gitar is a bit old school.
Just like what they did last year at Serangan - Bali it could be the mad performance for some people might say. With new guitar player Andry Franzzy the ex Power Slaves guitar player joining they are still kicking and dangerous. At the last couple hour they took a part of this Indonesian 'woodstock' event raising all the audience adrenaline. They work a bit harder to attract the audience that got half energy left. One of their track taken from the releasing album they play is so awesome, check that out.

Boomerang is about slowing down comparing heavy metal band around the globe. You could do better than that guys! Come on...give us something else. Be the heaviest band ever in the world and that what you should do for sure. Indonesia need people like you to burn all this crap. There is way to much junk music try to spread their bullshit everyday in our entertainment media. That's it. We had enough.

KUTA MADNESS LIVE EVENT AT HARD ROCK CAFÉ BALI (August 8, 2007)

2007-08-12T01:44:00.000-07:00

Regularly, Hard Rock cafe Bali presenting indie band live performance grew within any genre environment. Latest event blew the stage out at Wednesday 8 August performing Navicula (Grunge~Bali), Scrapping for change (closed to rock~USA) and iMan (Rock & Roll~Bali).

iMan took at the first beat and rocking the audience out of the night. After finished their first album called 'After the Darkness Comes' they try to spread their influence out of the music. There were only Jarod (Guitar Player) and Bambang (Vocalist) who wrote the songs and build iMan. As they are exist and kickin’ for their debut, some additional player took a role on bass player and drum player and keep changing and is still developing the solid one. Is Kin who took role as a bass player at Kuta Madness event and Adit as the killer slapping the drum and is the youngest one.

Turn to get loud a little bit when Scrapping for Change take the stage control with their Jewish looks guitar player, boy band singer, fatty school boy drummer and office staff bass player. Music for happy chicks couldn’t get much better especially here at Bali. They were actually rock for sure just try to listen it.

The combat is about finish and the last grenade is explodes… Navicula is the craziest band screaming out of the night. Their performance gets more attractive with Robby the vocalist jumps down to the floor in the crowded headbangers and claws the string. Not yet finish, he takes a Balinese traditional percussion and plays it loud. At the end Navicula beautifully finished their action jammed with headbangers they grew with during the very late of night such Kaimsasikun vocalist Ian (Kasela), Igox (Parau Band) and many more.

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2007-05-08T19:55:00.000-07:00

Bla...

Warung Steak Surabaya~Surabaya Steak Cafe

2007-02-10T01:12:00.000-08:00

Nicky, Kamu Dimana?

I met this cantik at steak cafe in Jl. Jawa in Surabaya... She is kinda calm and feminin. She has very beautiful smile stretched on her face...good donuts. Nicky nicky nicky...I hope I can find you in this virtual world.

Very bright sunny day in the middle and crowded polluting Surabaya 2 months ago I ran my motorbike around the city to collect opportunities I found on newspaper. Really hard day when everything is seems not exactly like I wanted. Companies are mostly cheaper, smaller more like fake advertorial site what I found on paper. 3 places were not good.

My cousin and I decide to stopping motorbike at warung (lately I realized it is a steak cafe). Just try to drop my bag, helmet, shade and my body down at the table BUT their were no empty table I found...sucks. I spread my eyes entire the warung try to find it again AND...guess what I got man! Oh God...I find better thing instead of an empty table. Beautiful blond girl was sat at the bench right next to me...I was really blind can't see her because of the bright sun outside.

Having meet beautiful blond girl in hottest city in Java is not everyday, especially like Nicky. Impossible man...!

I was like...wow. Being nerv a bit and just instantly my unconsious mind pushing me to gathering my courages to join the table. "Hi, do you mind?" I am asking and made a sign to drop my bag on the seat and asking to join the table and she just like "...z..z..z" nothing come out from her mouth but cold nod and 3 secs staring eyes. She is kinda apathetic at the beginning... She was reading a booklet at time. I guess that is means OK, so I just grab the seat neither does my cousin.

I start mumbling and try to having conversation. "Are you live around here?" said me. Dropping and folding the booklet, she was trying to make sure their is somebody ask her a question and need to be answer. "...uhm yeah, I live in Jl. Lombok" she said. Very good answer. Everything she said was just like jazz harmony even its not clearly
what she was trying to say some of the time because of my english problem. Simplify, she just poured up the snow into my face.

I got my apple juice just in minutes. But she waited too long for her avocado juice and finally the waitress reported their is no avocado available after she waited...I was just like mad because of that.

She is coming from England and she is teaching at one scholl at Jl. Jawa just hundred meters from the cafe, so she just need to take a walk down to the cafe/warung. The owner of steak cafe know her for a long time. I can see how they treated Nicky not like bule (tourist), more like their daughter, I guess.

NICKY, I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND YOU IN THIS VIRTUAL LIFE. MOST SEARCH ENGINE GIVE ME BAD RESULTS.