Attaca subito?! Molto vivo??!

I watched American Idol just the other day. A countrified-version of Eight Days A Week? I could’ve cringed, really.

Simon Says!: “You sounded like Dolly Parton on helium.”

..but seriously, folks. Helium CAN alter one’s voice and the outcome is a laughing matter. Thank the Mythbusters for that.

I’m not rooting for anyone in Idol this year, I guess.

Lately, I’ve been having a terrible ear ache in my right ear. It took long enough for me to contact my father. Maybe more than 5 hours. The ear ache returns every 20 minutes, and boy, I could’ve kicked the bucket. My father has turned into some sort of nuisance, these days. He smokes, he’s barely at home and worst of all, he doesn’t even answer phone calls from the family. Things have become extremely inconvenient..

I hope I wouldn’t turn deaf anytime soon, either. Just last week, I was talking about Beethoven during my English Oral Test. That man had hearing problems and eventually turned deaf, yet he could still play and write music. Did you know that he died during a thunderstorm? You heard me, he did not die outside, IN the thunderstorm. Sad life.

My guitar-God, Mr McCarthy — Who’s yours?

I am thinking of getting an electric guitar. I’m looking for ‘64 Epiphone Wilshire (Vintage) but I’ve no clue where to find one and how much it costs. I doubt that the Yamaha stores has this one (duh?), and I’ve yet to check Guitar Collection. It looks like a lot of fun to do that strum-strum-mute-mute effect on the electric, rather than on the flamenco. Always in for new toys

My brother might be going for drum classes in the near future. I wouldn’t want him to play the same things which I could play. Variety, ya know?

A soundproof room would be essential.