Monday, August 09, 2004

the mushroom band

Shiitake were united once again in a rendezvous with a sister in a partially transparent wedding-gown like dress. Gone were the distorted riffs and the never ending repetitions of the limited repetoire. Gone were the musician camaraderie that holds us together. The drumset with 5 tom-toms still carries adhoc beats when it feels like it. Electric guitar solos mellowed into simple acoustic rhymes and mandarin karaoke seems to preceed with the rest. The keyboard is switched off and the vocal remains silent. Rhythm guitarist defines art as graphic design now. And that includes being partial boss of the company. It seems like a day has passed but in reality it's more like 2 years. It would be fairly easy to note that the underlying attitude of all were the same, all these while, even at this moment. The easily amused hundred kilo guy is beginning to feel bored of studies and is looking forward to work, perhaps to fund for his enthusiasm of his orange hue wife. The vain drummer is building on his old beamer to become a monster continental portfolio for his upcoming garage/workshop. The table is cluttered with many empty crunched Carlsberg cans and fei lou is complaining of not having enough dough. But how exactly can you justify that when you drive a beamer? It's also nice to see in a way that how things have progressed on our separate ways. And we shall let bygones be bygones but the bond once formed through thick and thin will always thrives on no matter how flimsy it looks. Looking at all of the movement of life and when all has been said and done, I knew what's missing.