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Thursday, November 08, 2007

The best music of 2007

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2007 is coming to an end. Thought I’d list the best songs I’ve heard this year. Note that these are songs/album I liked, not just songs which were released this year.

Songs
Sappy [video] by Nirvana. What I've Done [video] by Linkin Park.

Sappy, it turns out, dates back to 1987. But I hadn't heard it till recently.

Linkin Park's Minutes To Midnight was a digression from their last two albums, which were characterised by LP's style of building up the intensity to a point where the song explodes. That style was missing in this album. Needless to say I didn't like it as much as I liked Hybrid Theory and Meteora.

Albums
Life In A Metro, especially Alvida [video]. Metro is by far the most impresive OST I've heard in a long, long time.

Sliver by Nirvana. Some of these songs are so good, you wonder how they hadn't made it to any of Nirvana's studio albums.

People I'd like to listen to less
Shreya Ghosal and James [of Alvida] fame. Not because I dislike them, but because I liked them so much, I hope they are choosy about their work.

People I've tagged
Illuzon, Rachna, Vijayendra.

Monday, September 11, 2006

My first tag

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Peepuls, all two of them, listen up!
here comes my first tag, courtesy The Boyracer.
Now only if Abhinay would respond as well. Here goes.

I am thinking about: Whether I would be able to keep my blog alive. More importantly, I'm thinking what's for lunch.

I said: I need to use deodorant more frequently.

I want to: Get my tush off this chair and rush to the office to finish my story on Glenn McGrath.

I wish: I wouldn't have to commute by those aweful sub-urban trains.

I hear: A bird chirping loudly outside my bedroom's window.

I wonder: Why I constantly itch in all kinds of unimaginable places.

I regret: Umm. Mostly nothing.

I am: Hungry.

I dance: Never.

I sing: In the bathroom.

I cry: Rarely.

I am not always: Quiet. But inwardly, my thoughts constantly blare on a 5000watt speaker.

I make with my hands: Booger missles, which I flick across the room.

I write: Crap.

I confuse: Financial prosperity with real happiness.

I need: To eat. Sometime really soon.