"...suatu gaya hidup telah dikembangkan oleh kelompok orang kaya baru, yang tengah asik-asyiknya menikmati pengalaman pertama dalam hal comfort dan karena dengan adanya periklanan serta pelbagai macam kegiatan promosi, gaya hidup semacam itu tengah ditiru oleh banyak orang yang ingin memperoleh status tertentu dalam modernitas seperti yang diajarkan oleh filsafat modernisasi"
I said like, "see.. I knew it for so long but I don't know how to say it with a proper words without making them offense"
Jumat, 02 Agustus 2013
Senin, 08 Juli 2013
a part of collection and a part of the blue star
"Dia Diam Dalam Tariannya" - Blue Star
The Beatles With Tony Sheridan: Beatles Pop-Hamburg Day
Buku ini segede-gede televisi 14 inchi. Dan aku senang sekali bukan kepalang karena memilikinya :)
Jumat, 05 Juli 2013
when dreams was faded, i remain silent
When I was a kid, I used to think that all the shimmering rocks in these earth was the family of stars, sun and moon above the sky. they just got trapped here on the earth. Just like what we always seen in Armageddon movie. Space's falling long long time ago. I was mesmerize, I thought even skies didn't have that much of stars. the riches star was right under my feet. I walk on the stars, I cried suddenly!
Briefly smitten by the all shimmering stars lay on the land of earth. Sometimes I was dancing because i can't control my mind. I was too happy for having those shimmering rocks. I even think that i was so big and there must be an alien watching me happily dancing to celebrating me as the god of my own fantasy.
But then i get down, my teacher telling us the truth. He said that shimmering stars are the genuine rocks got shimmering by the reflection of the lamps, sun and the moon solely. My heart is broken. I cursed the knowledge after that.
It took approximately a month to get recovered again. I try to accept the truth and face it with gentleness. So i did. the rest of my childhood i dedicated for the obvious knowledge, arranged by the institutional education or simply a syllabus. I learned everything my teacher said, i believe to them. Besides my mama told me so, that i have to obey the teachers.
Don't expected me being a special one afterward. Particularly a god anymore. No i realized i wasn't. Otherwise i was the dwarf, so little, and powerless. Syllabus had ruined my childhood and all the fantasy beneath my heart. I was becoming introvert, so solitude and kinda comfortable with that loneliness. That state of mine stayed until now. I can fake sometimes, that easy. But it might drained my energy after that. But that's oke, i'd rather be stranger to myself than being the stranger in majority.
The rest of my life i served as a human, a citizen particularly . Committed to do what common people do, compromising to the tradition, abide to the law of the hierarchy. Though I admitted still robbing up the fantasy things just to having me back sometimes. Most of the times are save by the music. I love to get lost from this universe by the transcendental feeling.
Now I had been through so many experiences, reading, and writing. I can say that i've been through half of the knowledge and the bulshit things they teaches me. I realized that there must be a place somewhere somehow that i can be freely being totally me. Without having problem with other people. Aren't we all having different taste of music, different taste of food, different thought about the politics, and whatsoever? Can we just deal to that differentiation rather than forced it as one? Why can't we people keeping our own fantasy and creating it into something without having
Briefly smitten by the all shimmering stars lay on the land of earth. Sometimes I was dancing because i can't control my mind. I was too happy for having those shimmering rocks. I even think that i was so big and there must be an alien watching me happily dancing to celebrating me as the god of my own fantasy.
But then i get down, my teacher telling us the truth. He said that shimmering stars are the genuine rocks got shimmering by the reflection of the lamps, sun and the moon solely. My heart is broken. I cursed the knowledge after that.
It took approximately a month to get recovered again. I try to accept the truth and face it with gentleness. So i did. the rest of my childhood i dedicated for the obvious knowledge, arranged by the institutional education or simply a syllabus. I learned everything my teacher said, i believe to them. Besides my mama told me so, that i have to obey the teachers.
Don't expected me being a special one afterward. Particularly a god anymore. No i realized i wasn't. Otherwise i was the dwarf, so little, and powerless. Syllabus had ruined my childhood and all the fantasy beneath my heart. I was becoming introvert, so solitude and kinda comfortable with that loneliness. That state of mine stayed until now. I can fake sometimes, that easy. But it might drained my energy after that. But that's oke, i'd rather be stranger to myself than being the stranger in majority.
The rest of my life i served as a human, a citizen particularly . Committed to do what common people do, compromising to the tradition, abide to the law of the hierarchy. Though I admitted still robbing up the fantasy things just to having me back sometimes. Most of the times are save by the music. I love to get lost from this universe by the transcendental feeling.
Now I had been through so many experiences, reading, and writing. I can say that i've been through half of the knowledge and the bulshit things they teaches me. I realized that there must be a place somewhere somehow that i can be freely being totally me. Without having problem with other people. Aren't we all having different taste of music, different taste of food, different thought about the politics, and whatsoever? Can we just deal to that differentiation rather than forced it as one? Why can't we people keeping our own fantasy and creating it into something without having
Kamis, 04 Juli 2013
Total Eclipse. A love story between Arthur Rimbaud and his boyfriend, Paul Verlaine.
In 1871 a 16 year old French poet, Arthur Rimbaud send a
letter to Paul Verlaine with aims that he would help him publishing his poems
book. Verlaine was very excited to invite Rimbaud to come to Paris after done reading
his two poems. He also allowed Rimbaud to stay in his father in law’s house
with him and his pregnant young wife.
Rimbaud was a rude, annoying, and obscene kid. So no one at
that house likes him very much. Mathilda, Verlaine’s wife warning Verlaine to
not easily distracted by this boy. She afraid that Rimbaud will become a dynamite
someday and triggering the devastated of her family. Particularly because
Verlaine drunk habit after he lost his job. Mathilda anticipation was right. Eventually
Rimbaud and Verlaine relationship rose to a very intimate, even so close as a
romantic relationship.
Verlaine had a vision about Rimbaud to become his soul mate.
He can clearly see that this kid was different from the other kid, even to his
18 year old wife. And so did Rimbaud attract to Verlaine as well. He thought
that he can fit one another to create a masterpiece of poems. Rimbaud seduces
Verlaine through his intelligence, genius, and spontaneous side that he can’t
get from his wife. When Matilda soon realized about this homosexuality relationship,
she threaten Verlaine with asking a divorce. Alas he can’t leave Rimbaud and
choose to divorce with Matilda.
Although the movie hasn't clearly depicted of Rimbaud poems itself,
but overall the story is good. I found that the relationship between Rimbaud
and Verlaine, though tragic was also very natural. They respected each other,
and understanding about their hunger to the honest, vulgar, and obscene poems that
no one would dare to write it yet at that time.
Besides that, the young Leonardo DiCaprio act was so
outstanding. You might often see his roles as a playboy, a maniac, a smart guy
or even a smart ass person. But in this movie is different. You are pleased to
see his naked and making love with an older guy. What I presumed will mark the
Total Eclipse as an important movie to watch. Otherwise of course to fulfill
our curiosity about the life of the eminent prefigured surrealism poems, Arthur
Rimbaud.
PS: My favorites quotes from this film is..
“Love...no such thing.
PS: My favorites quotes from this film is..
“Love...no such thing.
Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist.
Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.”
Does it matters?
I don't have any idea if it is really good for me or whether it is not to let myself sink in this internet. really, i think that this web is such a great world that contains everything that I needed. That every web that linked to another link has something like the butterfly effects and makes me feel like I don't need to go outside to find out all the information so much better than what I've found in the internet. Which I can be more solitude and forget how to communicate with the real human. not only with the human through the internet.
Rabu, 03 Juli 2013
Blake!
“…excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.” ― William Blake, William Blake
Rimbaud!
“My turn now. The story of one of my insanities.
For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes-- and I thought the great figures of modern painting and poetry were laughable.
What I liked were: absurd paintings, pictures over doorways, stage sets, carnival backdrops, billboards, bright-colored prints, old-fashioned literature, church Latin, erotic books full of misspellings, the kind of novels our grandmothers read, fairy tales, little children's books, old operas, silly old songs, the naive rhythms of country rimes.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic.
I invented colors for the vowels! A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green. I made rules for the form and movement of every consonant, and I boasted of inventing, with rhythms from within me, a kind of poetry that all the senses, sooner or later, would recognize. And I alone would be its translator.
I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.” ― Arthur Rimbaud
For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes-- and I thought the great figures of modern painting and poetry were laughable.
What I liked were: absurd paintings, pictures over doorways, stage sets, carnival backdrops, billboards, bright-colored prints, old-fashioned literature, church Latin, erotic books full of misspellings, the kind of novels our grandmothers read, fairy tales, little children's books, old operas, silly old songs, the naive rhythms of country rimes.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic.
I invented colors for the vowels! A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green. I made rules for the form and movement of every consonant, and I boasted of inventing, with rhythms from within me, a kind of poetry that all the senses, sooner or later, would recognize. And I alone would be its translator.
I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.” ― Arthur Rimbaud
Holy Ginsberg
“Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems
Selasa, 02 Juli 2013
Minggu, 30 Juni 2013
My Beautiful Mama
My mama is the sources for all the inspiration existed
She’s the orbit of my lives rotation
She’s the power of my weaknesses
My believing
God, please protect her..
Please..
Please God, put smile on her beautiful face, no matter what
will happened to this life..
Because she know, she know that You and I will carry on
her..
And she know that everything’s going to be oke
She’s fine.. and she’s beautiful.. as always
I miss you, my beautiful mama!
Sabtu, 29 Juni 2013
Sebut Saja Jumat Kelabu.
Kemarin tepatnya, tanggal 28. Pagi-pagi sekali pukul 10
(maaf versiku emang kaya’ gini paginya) saya sudah siap-siap mau ke rumah om di
Tebet. Tapi gara-gara harus nyuci dulu finally
saya baru kelar pukul 12. Ada accident
kecil sewaktu nyuci. Saking semangatnya saya ke rumah om dan ingin buru-buru
bertemu kedua anaknya yang lucu-lucu, maka semangat banget lah saya ngucek baju. Alhasil, auuch! Tanganku luka teriris
baju. Well, oke saya pikir biasalah, anak mandiri memang gini suka lecek-lecek
anggota tubuhnya karena kerasnya kehidupan. Hehe.
Sungguh tak terbersit di benakku bahwa ini adalah pertanda
akan adanya kesialan-kesialan beruntun selanjutnya. Kayak di sinetron-sinetron
tuh yah, kalo ada accident kecil
misalnya tiba-tiba memecahkan gelas atau keselek makanan, eh rupanya adalah
bertanda kesialan. Sometimes sinetron emang ada benarnya, sob! (Called me miss
drama queen)
So, kelar nyuci dan berberes barang-barang packing-an,
ol lagi lah saya. Tarik nafas dulu ah! Kilahku menunda-nunda keberangkatan.
Sembari ol saya liat lowongan kerja jurnalis di salah satu majalah semi
esek-esek nasional, Popular. Boleh juga kataku. Daripada tidak sama sekali,
Popular worth to try juga nih. Maka tak berlama-lama lagi dengan sigapnya saya membuat cv untuk majalah Popular. Coba-coba berhadiah kan
yah. Eh, malahan jadi ribet sekali. Info loker dari majalah Popular ini tidak
mencantumkan alamat email HRD-nya seperti info-info loker biasanya.
Ya sudah cv yang tadi saya kerjakan harus dikompres
terlebih dahulu supaya bisa apply lamaran
melalui web pencari kerjanya langsung dan bukan melalui email HRD. Setelah
utak-atik dokumen cv, ternyata masih sending
failed juga. Karena, data yang mau dikirim harus tidak lebih dari 300 kb.
Sementara kegaptekanku hanya menyanggupi kompres data sampe 326 kb saja. Saya jadi kesal. Demi Tuhan, demi majalah
semi esek-esek nasional ini!
Karena gagal-gagal terus-terusan, akhirnya saya memilih
jalan short-cut dengan meng-googling
alamat HRD-nya saja. Apa sih yang tidak ada di google? Apa lagi alamat HRD
majalah Popular. Namanya saja Popular, harusnya populer dong. Dan benar saja
saya dapat alamat HRD-nya. . Segera saya kirim dokumen lamaran kerjaku ke
alamat tersebut yang saya temukan dari blog antah-berantah. Siip, ready to go! Eh, tau-tau ada notif email masuk. Guess what, itu email dari diriku sendiri karena alamat email yang
saya tuju ternyata hoax belaka. Akk,
bodo’ ah! Bye bye Popular!
Saya akhirnya melenggang kesal meninggalkan kosan pukul
4.30. Sesampainya di stasiun kereta api Pal Merah saya dikejutkan lagi dengan
harga tiket kereta yang membumbung tinggi menjadi RP. 16.000. Buset, lonjakan
BBM 44% ternyata berimbas ke tarif kereta juga rupanya. Tidak tanggung-tanggung
malah naiknya, kemarin saya naik kereta sampe Depok saja bayarnya cuman RP.
9.000. Mana lagi miskin-miskinnya pula. Duit di dompet tersisa RP 50.000 saja.
Tapi sudahlah yah, nasib.. Mau tidak mau saya toh tetap harus berkunjung ke
rumah om. Barangkali saya juga bakal dapat duit sangu sama dia. Ihik.
Oyah, tapi saya belum terlalu ikhlas juga sih dengan harga
tiket sebegitu mahalnya. Saya masih mempertanyakan tentang perubahan aturan dan
tarif kereta baru ini. Tante ku, si tante Ade yang sehari-harinya naik kereta
pergi dan pulang kantor juga kaget dengar kabar harga kereta yang saya beli.
Kata dia, kereta api sekarang memang sudah pake kartu semacam ATM bukan
kertas-kertas katro’ yang warnanya pink itu lagi. Tapi harganya bisa jadi lebih
murah kok. Kan, tarif progresif menghitung kelipatan seribu per-stasiunnya.
Lah, kok punyaku mahal kaliii.
Saya tanya deh sama petugas keretanya. Menurutnya harganya
memang segitu kalo mau ke Tebet. Soalnya kartu yang saya beli namanya kartu single trip. Kartu saya warnanya biru. Ada
lagi namanya katu multi trip, warnanya
hitam, bisa dibeli harganya RP 35.000 dan harus registrasi dulu. Kartu yang
hitam ini bisa di-keep dan diisi
saldonya sesuka-suka hati kita. Dengan cermat saya menyimak bapaknya
menjelaskan. Oooh.. gitu yah pak.. hmm ya ya yah.. Siip makasih yah pak, saya
kayaknya tidak berminat tuh, uang saya tidak cukup masalahnya!
Sungguh harapan saya dapat uang sangu dari Om semakin
menjadi-jadi. Pokoknya begitu sampe di Rumah Omku, saya harus bercerita sesendu-sendunya
seberapa cekaknya saya dan betapa kenaikan BBM begitu mencekik keuangan anak
kosan.
Alhamdulilah, sampe dengan selamat ke rumah om di Tebet. Ada
orang kerja di rumahnya yang membukakanku pagar. Dia bilang, cari siapa non?
Ehmm.. cari Tante Ninong, Puang Iwan, Andien, Iki, Fauzan.. (masih kurang?)
saya ponakannya Puang Iwan kataku (sedikit congkak mungkin. Maaf aja yah saya
capek soalnya, dan tega-teganya saya ditanya cari siapa? Oh eeM Gii). Maka
sebelum diperkenankan masuk saya sudah duluan berhamburan ke garasi. Mba’nya
jadi salah tingkah dengan ulahku. Jadi kasian juga sih, saya tersenyum ramah
sama dia. Eh, btw Andin mana? Si mba’ menjawab. Loh, Andin kan ke Aceh sekeluarga, baru kemarin sore berangkat..
GOTCHA!
Mba’ serius mba’.. kataku memelas. “Iya, non… serius
hehehehehehehe” (hehehe? Krik krik krik)
Si Mba’ memang serius. Tidak ada siapa-siapa di sana. Hanya
ada saya dan mba’ yang saya tidak tahu namanya. Selamat datang sengasara. Saya
tinggal meratapi nasib berjam-jam duduk, ol sambil nonton TV di ruang tengah.
Saya belum ngantuk sampe jam 12 malam. Ah, bosan juga saya nongkrong di sini.
Maka naiklah saya ke kamar Fauzan, ingin membunuh suramnya hariku dengan tidur
yang lelap. Begitu masuk kamar, knop pintu saya kunci biar aman.
Saya curhat dengan Yuda betapa sialnya hariku. Dia
mendengarkan dengan khidmat. Dia juga memberi beberapa nasehat tentang masalah
lain yang saya keluhkan (masalah yang tidak usah diceritakan di sini yah,
hehe). Kami telfonan sejam lebih. Selesai telfonan saya jadi haus. Rasanya hari
ini terlalu banyak masalah dan saya jadi sering dehidrasi karenanya (nat, nat,
kok lebay sekali nat..). Begitu knop pintu saya coba buka, ternyata kuncinya
macet saudara-saudara! Dan saya harus merasakan hidup dipenjara selama.. ehm..
coba saya hitung dulu.. yah 10 jam. Sampe akhirnya saya terbebas dari penjara kamar Fauzan pukul 11 pagi. Sewaktu mba'nya baru pulang dari pasar dan menemukan saya lagi nagkring di jendela mengharapkan datangnya keajaiban.
Betul-betul hari yang aneh. Dan saya toh tidak mendapatkan
khidmat apa-apa selama 10 jam persemedianku. Saya lebih memilih tidur daripada
mencoba me-review tentang apa yang
salah dengan ku hari ini. Malam nampaknya terlalu horror untuk dipakai
berkhayal. Mana lagi saya sempat nonton film thriller Prom Night di Trans TV
waktu itu. That’s a big no to stay up
late and seeing mine suffers! Saya hanya berdoa, semoga Tuhan memberikan ku
hari yang indah keesokannya, semoga tak ada lagi nelangsa, dan semoga malam ini
saya bisa tidur nyenyak!
Alhamdulilah Tuhan
mendengarkan doaku, betapa bahagianya saya bangun disambut sinar pagi hari.
Horeeee pagi!!! Dan Tuhan baik sekali hari ini karena kehendaknya, motor Yuda
sampe ke Ibu Kota dengan selamat, hehe. Well, malamnya KAMIPUN BERKELILING
JAKARTA J
Ayooooooo kita gempur Jakarta, Bebi!
Rabu, 26 Juni 2013
I found Danny Boyle as one of my favorite Directors.
I would say one word to describe his collective films – although only five films i had watched :’) – that is “speed”. Slumdog
Millionaire, 28 days later, 127 hours, The Beach, and the most recently I've watched was Trainspotting. Every time watching his new film, I feel like the
same tension came through me. All the hanky-panky scenes and a seemingly
similar moving camera from his mostly films that build the same tension that I'd recognized was a Boyle’s way of directing.
Well, I got to say
that I can’t wait to see his other works. To experiencing the other tension and added it as my own experiences. To hear his other music choices and posses it as mine favorites. Because i knew even I don't watching it yet that his next creation would be also represented my whole passion about this world.
Besides that Boyle also have a great taste of music. There always be a favorites play list song that I can added from his soundtrack movies. Except “28 Days
Later”. For this film I have vague memory. I don’t quite remember about the
story, but I knew I had done watching it because I see the trailer and I
recognize some of the pictures. Although little bit disappointed but I’m pretty
sure that it wasn't because the story is bad. I assumed because the CD was not good
enough. You know piracy things. Don’t expected too much.
All right we go too far. Let’s go back to the soundtracks. First is The Beach Soundtrack; Pure Shores-All Saints (A very important song to me),
Redemption-Bob Marley, Brutal-New Order, and Porcelain-Moby. Second is Slumdog
Millionaire; Jai Ho-Pussycat Dolls feat A.R Rahman, Paper Planes-A.R Rahman
(although merely listen to 2 out of 15 songs, but I am sure A.R Rahman-as the
dominant composer from this soundtrack album been working a very good scored
songs. (As he always did).
Third is 127 Hours; Never Hear Surf Music Again-Free Blood
(my transcendental music), Lovely Day-Bill Withers, If I Rise-A.R Rahman ft
Dido, Festival-Sigur Ros and If You Love Me (Really Love Me)-Esther Phillips.
And for the last is Trainspotting; Sing-Blur, Nightclubbing-Iggy Pop,
Temptation-New Order, Last for Life-Iggy
Pop ft David Bowie, Deep Blue Day-Brian Eno and Mile End-Pulp.
Within the two essential components; Speed and Songs, I can
briefly recognize his films without first knowing who the director is. You can clearly
feel his nuance through those components. Something that I waited the most
during watching his film is the hanky-panky. There are seemingly a common nuance
from 127 Hours, Slumdog Millionaires, The Beach, 28 Days Days Later, and Trainspotting that can’t
be separated from Boyle’s way of directing. Each of those films had a same
camera moves when the tension came up. And right on that circumstance Boyle
strike down our emotion by mixing it up with his good taste of music.
Finally, as my morning tea company I'd like to play some of my favorites. I wish we were enjoy it..
“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a
family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact
disc players, electrical tin openers, choose good health, low cholesterol and
dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter
home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY
and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the
couch watching spirit-crushing game shows… stuffing fucking junk food into your
mouth. Choose rotting away, pissing your last in a miserable home… nothing more
than an embarrassment to the selfish brats that you’ve spawned to replace
yourself. Choose your future. Choose your life. But why would I want to do a
thing like that? I choose not to choose a life. I choose something else. And the
reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reason when you’ve got heroin? “ –
Mark Renton ( an handsome scumbag)
Senin, 24 Juni 2013
Too bad we were born in the man’s world!
Gara-gara liat status Nuge, saya jadi pengen nulis gini. I miss her anyway :')
Sering terlintas dalam pikiran saya begitu mudahnya lelaki menjalani hidupnya. Mereka bebas memilih pekerjaan yang dikehendakinya, boleh menjadi presiden, CEO, supir truk, sampai tukang parkir. Bukannya tidak bisa bagi kita perempuan-perempuan sejagad raya. Tapi lihat, seberapa mereka gampang saja meng-under estimate perempuan sebelum dia bahkan mencoba kemampuannya. Apakah sejarah yang telah menetapkan pola pikir mereka sedemikian rupa? Kita sebut saja "mereka" yah, bagi siapapun yang ternyata masih konserfativ dalam hal ini.
Laki-laki, mereka boleh merokok di tengah jalan, boleh
bekerja di pub tanpa ada stereotype negatif mebayanginya, bahkan boleh minum
bercangkir-cangkir coffee tanpa protes dari sesiapapun juga. Sedangkan kita
perempuan, baru minum 3 cangkir kopi hitam sehari sudah diprotesi, “kamu
perempuan, kenapa minum kopi hitam?”. Ini
masih kopi. Belum bir. Naif! Padahal ini cuman minuman loh!
Kalau memang ada penerapan gender dalam minuman dan rokok,
bukan kah petani kopi dan tembakau juga kebanyakan adalah perempuan? Benar,
mereka seperti ibu-ibu yang mengandung dan melahirkan kopi dan rokok itu
nantinya. Dan anaknya yang dididik menjadi malin kundang agar jauh dari ibunya.
Para ibu, maksud saya perempuan-perempuan seperti kita ini lantas menjadi objek decakan negatif karena mencicipinya.
Belum lagi bicara tentang hubungan. Seberapa pahit argument orang-orang
yang melazimkan hal-hal negatif hanya karena mereka lelaki. “iya, kan suaminya
kedapetan jajan di Hayam Wuruk, istrinya ngambek tuh” – “Oh gitu, yah lagian
laki’lah.. gapapa”. Omongan seperti ini nih tidak jarang buat kupingku merah
meradang. Pengen ditabok. Namun, saya sadar kekerasan tidak pernah menjadi
solusi bagi setiap masalah maupun bagi setiap omongan sampah seperti itu.
Di masa ini, saya adalah seorang perempuan yang sedang
berjibaku dengan lowongan kerja. Pekerjaan idaman saya adalah pekerjaan yang
banyak berkompetisi dengan lelaki-lelaki tangguh. Di suatu wawancara dengan
pimpinan redaksi salah satu majalah musik terkemuka, saya diperingatkan menjadi
reporter musik di tempat itu harus bermental baja. Karena pekerjaan itu hakikatnya
kerjaan laki-laki. Belum lagi konten yang dibahas adalah hal-hal seputaran
laki-laki, seperti musik, film, konser, game, dan wanita.
Sedikit terhardik saya hanya tinggal mengangguk-angguk. Dalam
hati saya menyangkal “mana mau saya bekerja disini kalau saya tidak menyenangi
musik, film, konser dan well wanita? Maksud
saya, bukan kah saya bisa menceritakan wanita itu sendiri dengan lebih detil
dan sentimentil, secara saya adalah kaum wanita itu sendiri?” tapi, sekali lagi
saya hanya diam terpaku memandangi majalah yang sedari tadi di bolak-balik
olehnya. Sayang sekali pikirku, padahal dia lumayan hebat bisa jadi Pimpinan
Redaksi.
Dari semua hal pilu yang pernah yang dirasakan perempuan
seperti diatas, saya ingin berteriak “KALIAN KUNO!!!” oke, saya tidak akan
menuntut keadilan, karena di dunia ini, yang adil hanya isapan jempol belaka. Alias
sejatinya memang tak ada. Saya hanya bisa.. yah begini. Menggerutu. Masih salah
juga?
Minggu, 23 Juni 2013
"Bonnie and Clyde", people!
Teaser Trailer!
I have to say that this movie was one of the tragic love
story movies I've ever seen in my life. “They’re young, they’re in love, and
they kill people” this what its poster described itself, which can clearly depicted
the collective story situation. Unlike Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde was a couple
that smitten to the robbery. Love first struck on them during the first robbery
and gradually flourished through all the violent things they had done together.
But you don’t have to worry about losing your appetite after
watching it. Obviously this movie was way too far from all the 21’st century crime movies. There are so many fights, sex and a harsh blood you can found in these
recently crime movies. And Bonnie and Clyde actually was regarded as the
first major Hollywood Movie that interjected many sex and violent into the
scenes. Besides that, Bonnie and Clyde also wrapped with a good sense of humors
so you won’t vomit during watching this movie. I bet ya.
Bonnie and Clyde was based on the true event about Bonnie
Parker and Clyde Barrow who lives in Texas. According through the movie story,
they are first meet in the outside of Bonnie’s house when Clyde was caught by
Bonnie trying to steal her mother’s car. Despite getting angry because of Clyde
attempted to steal her mother’s car, Bonnie briefly attracted to Clyde’s charm
and try to flirting on him. But Clyde wasn't a lover man like the way he always
called himself. Although little bit disappointed by Clyde refuses on her,
Bonnie insist to follow Clyde and wishing one day he will accepted her as his
lover.
Bonnie become his loyal partner during the burglary. They
are robbing in supermarkets and banks. One day after robbing the bank, they are
stop by at the gas station and meet C.W. Moss. They asked Moss if he dare to join
them robbing the banks. Moss then agrees to join the gang. No longer after Moss
joined in, the gang meets Clyde’s brother, Buck and his wife Blanche. All of
them agrees become an officially a robbery gang since that day. While on the
same time the intimacy between Bonnie and Clyde was increased.
They were totally in a love drunk. Until there come the
misfortune. One day after shopping at the supermarket, Bonnie and Clyde ride
over to Moss’s home. They have no idea right on that day everybody was arranged
for their assault. Apparently wasn't only the policeman who hunted down on them,
but Moss’s father also engaged on the raid plan. He made the agreement about
the raid in one condition that Moss will not hunt down.
So the plan was goes smoothly. On their way back home,
Bonnie and Clyde saw Moss’s father stuck on the road with his broke machine
car. Bonnie briefly went down from the car and accosted him. And dramatically a
shooting barrage come strike on Bonnie and Clyde body makes them dead right
away. Last minutes before the first shot hitting them, they are glancing like a
wave goodbye to each other. That was a truly bittersweet emotion came through
them before finally facing the death. And was a hurt sad love story that the audience
– particularly me- had to face as the ended of the story.
These what I called the bittersweet glanced before facing the death!
The real Bonnie and Clyde:
Bonnie and Clyde the movie:
Bonnie and Clyde in 21'st century.........KIDDING!!!!
Sabtu, 15 Juni 2013
Rabu, 12 Juni 2013
The hot babe, Kemp Muhl
LAVENDER ROAD!
Cantik, pandai bernyanyi, bermain musik, mengarang lagu, dan
akting. Itulah Kemp. Model, actress sekaligus anggota duo groupband The Ghost
of a Saber-Tooth Tiger. Kemp berpacaran dengan Sean Lennon – anak John Lennon
dari Yoko Ono – merangkap partner duo dalam The Ghost of a Saber-Tooth Tiger.
Kemp dan Sean sudah berpacaran dari tahun 2005 jauh sebelum mereka memutuskan
membuat groupband-nya di tahun 2008.
Stigma negatif, orang cantik hanya menjual kecantikannya
saja rasa-rasanya tidak pantas kita sematkan pada Kemp. Kemp is a real
Multi-talented also a real Multi-instrumentalist! Kemp menguasai setidaknya 10
alat musik, mulai dari gitar, bass, keyboards, harmonika, bayan (harmonika
tangan), perkusi, modern perkusi, dan
terakhir dia memainkan sejenis pipa perangkat perawat rumah sakit di zaman
Victorian. Alat ini dimainkan dengan cara ditiup.
Suaranya juga tidak bisa diremehkan. Meskipun tidak
bernyanyi dengan cara berteriak-teriak karena musik yang diusung The Ghost of a
Saber-Tooth Tiger lebih banyak adalah akustikan, tapi suara yang lembut khas
Kemp sangat berkarakter dan merdu. Karena kemampuan Kemp inilah banyak pengamat
musik yang mengibaratkan pasangan Sean dan Lennon layaknya John dan
McCartney.
Kemp menjadi sepadan berpasangan dengan Sean yang secara
genetik telah mewarisi kemampuan bermusik dari ayahnya. Kemp juga dianggap
sepadan diibaratkan dengan McCartney karena keahliannya merangkai lirik-lirik romantis dan kemampuannya membuat ballad music. But among all, yang paling penting adalah kemampuan Kemp dan McCartney dalam menekan
ego para marga Lennon. Harus diakui, tidak banyak orang yang memiliki keahlian
seperti ini. Namun, malang bagi pasangan John dan McCartney karena keharmonisan
itu ternyata tidak dapat bertahan lama. Semoga kejadian tersebut tidak terulang
bagi pasangan Sean dan Kemp.
Untuk pemilihan genre The Ghost of a Saber-Tooth Tiger,
khususnya Kemp lebih cenderung bermusik di jalur avant-grade dan folk.
Sedangkan dalam karir modelingnya, kemp yang tahun ini baru menginjakkan
usianya ke 26 tahun, telah terjun aktif di dunia modeling dari usia 13 tahun.
Sekarang bergabung dalam agency Elite Models dan menjadi salah seorang duta
brand Maybelline dari tahun2011 sampai 2013. Isn’t she a heartbreaking one?
Patut disayangkan memang ia sudah jatuh di dekapan seorang Sean Lennon. Tapi
seperti kata orang banyak, sebelum jalur kuning melengkung, setiap orang itu
masih milik bersama. Anggap saja demikian.
Yellow Submarine; Kartun dengan warna-warna psychedelia
WATCH THE FULL MOVIE HERE : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDWw1uJFtII
Also with the thriller over here:
George Danning adalah seorang filmmaker dan animator asal Kanada. George merupakan filmmaker eksentrik yang hobi membuat
film surealis. Salah satunya adalah film kartun Yellow Submarine ini. Yellow
Submarine bercerita tentang penyelamatan suatu tempat di bawah laut bernama
Pepperland. Pepperland adalah tempat yang sangat menyenangkan yang dihuni oleh
orang-orang yang suka bernyanyi. Tapi tempat ini mendapat ancaman dari Blue Meanies, sekelompok makhluk yang
benci dengan musik. Mereka ingin menjadikan tempat itu menjadi suram.
Blue Meanies memiliki
ramuan mujarab yang dapat merubah warna Pepperland yang mulanya ceria, sarat
dengan dengan warna-warna psychadelia
menjadi warna biru gelap, sehingga orang-orang yang berada di dalamnya akan
ikut merasa suram dan enggan bermain musik lagi. Walikota Pepperland bergegas
mengutus Old Fred, seorang pelayar untuk mencari bantuan. Old Fred berlayar
dengan kapal selam berwarna kuning atau Yellow Submarine sampai ke Liverpool
dan bertemu dengan Ringo Star.
Setelah mendengar cerita dari Old Fred, Ringo mengajak tiga
kawannya, yakni John Lennon, George Harrison dan Paul McCartney untuk membantu
Old Fred menyelamatnya kotanya. Di sepanjang perjalanannya selalu ada saja
kendala yang harus dilewati. Kisah penyelamatan Pepperland menjadi sangat lucu
dan sarat makna konotatif yang mengibaratkan kisah ini lebih mirip terhadap
masalah youth culture era 60s.
Sebagaimana yang kita ketahui era 60s adalah masa perjuangan anak muda dari
budaya mainstream dan perang dingin Vietnam, yang secara harfiah dapat
merenggut kebahagian anak muda dalam kehidupan sosialnya. Namun, George
berhasil mengemasnya menjadi kartun yang cerdas dan menghibur.
.
.
Parodi disajikan melalui dialog-dialog satir antara geng
penyelamat Pepperland dengan geng Blue Meanies. Jadi sebut saja geng penyelamat
Pepperland mewakili kelompok anak muda yang menuntut revolusi budaya, kebebasan
berekspresi, dan perdamaian sedangkan geng Blue Meanies mewakili kaum the establishment meliputi kelompok
mainstream dan orang tuanya sendiri. Sedangkan warna-warna pschedelia yang
tampak jelas dalam animasinya tentu berhubungan erat dengan maraknya pergerakan hippie,
dan penggunaan drugs sejenis LSD dan mariyuana pada era 60s.
Film berdurasi 1 jam 30 menit ini juga menyajikan 19 soundtrack
lagu The Beatles. Tentunya yang termasuk di dalamnya adalah lagu-lagu pasca
Beatles menjadi semakin “kiri” dengan perubahan filosofinya dalam membuat lagu.
Secara keseluruhan, film yang secara pemaknaan adalah mengangkat masalah sosial
budaya ini, berhasil disajikan dengan sangat fresh di tangan George. Dan yang
pasti kita akan semakin terhibur dengan lagu-lagu Beatles yang dibawakan secara
parodi oleh perwakilan karakter masing-masing personil The Beatles. Film ini
juga masuk dalam box-office hit di Amerika dan Inggris pada masa rilisnya.
Well, sounds like favourable enough, right?
"The Beatles And The Sixties"
Beatles Revolution:
Beatles Skiffle
Beatles Without Harrison Yet
The Cute Beatles Emerged
The Popular Fab Four With the Girls Fans Freenzy
One Day Announced as Drugs Users
Beatles Revolutionary Begun
Glad Being Hippies
Romanticism Faded
And Finally Divorced
Kenapa Beatles selalu disangkut
pautkan dengan youth culture dan counterculture era 1960an? Oke, Beatles lahir dan mencapai kesuksesannya di tahun 1960an. Tapi apa penyebab Beatles selalu disangkutpautkan dengan perjuangan anak muda menuntut revolusi di tahun 1960an? bahkan dianggap sebagai pionir pergerakan hippie?
Berangkat dari group band dengan
kesan “cute” yang dicintai oleh banyak gadis-gadis Inggris, Beatles kemudian
bertransformasi menjadi grup band “kiri” yang diwaspadai oleh politisi dan
pemimpin Negara-negara Barat. Terbayang seberapa kompleks darama dan masalah
yang menimpa Beatles di era 1960an. Mereka yang mulai meniti karirnya, menjadi
populer tidak hanya di Inggris namun hampir di seluruh Dunia, jadwal tur yang
padat, Film, Beatlemania, Pers, kontroversi, sampai keruntuhannya di tahun 1970. 10 tahun
yang melelahkan pastinya. Namun, jangka waktu 10 tahun ternyata cukup untuk
menjadikan The Beatles menjadi grup band yang teramat sangat fenomenal.
Sebenarnya modal kepopuleran
Beatles tidak hanya bermodalkan lagu-lagunya yang berkelas dan sophisticated. Namun, Beatles juga
merangkainya dalam aktifitas sosial youth
culture movement yang membuatnya semakin fenomenal. Proses transisi Beatles
dari group band manis menjadi group band “kiri” tidak lepas dari pengaruh Bob
Dylan. Bob lah yang mengingatkan mereka bahwa bermusik tidak hanya melantunkan
lirik percintaan dengan melodi cengeng, tapi bermusik juga merupakan media
seniman dalam menyampaikan aspirasinya. Bob juga lah yang pertama kali
memperkenalkannya dengan Mariyuana yang kedepannya sangat mempengaruhi musik rock
psikadelik Beatles.
Diakui John bahwa mereka sudah
muak menjadi band manis idola para gadis-gadis, “ We’re fed up with making soft music for soft people and we’re fed up
with playing with them too” McCartney pun menimpalinya “we’were fed up with being The Beatles we
really hated that fucking four little mop-top approach. We were not boys, we
were men… and [we] thought of ourselves as artist rather than just performers”.
Demikian John dan McCartney sebagaimana dikutip dalam buku biografi Beatles
Here, There, and Everywhere:
My Life Recording the Music of The Beatles. Musik mereka lambat laun berubah
haluan menjadi folk rock dan rock psychedelic. Revolusi aliran musik tersebut
juga dibarengi dengan lirik-lirik musik Beatles yang berkembang semakin dewasa,
sarat dengan muatan politik, sangat filosofis, surealis bahkan satir.
Penggemar Beatles dan kaum muda 60s yang sedang ramai-ramainya
mengampanyekan perdamaian bahkan menganut faham hidup bebas atau hippie
movement mulai mengikuti revolusi musik Beatles. Mereka kemudian mencoba
memahami, menafsirkan, menganut, dan memasalkan simbol-simbol kultural dalam
aktifitas politik dan musik Beatles. Musiknya dipandang sebagai political
anthems counterculture movement
era 60s. Dari sini The Beatles berubah menjadi institusi kultural,
politik, bahkan bisnis global.
Namun Beatles tidak lantas hilang seiring redupnya
counterculture movement era 60s maupun redupnya pergerakan hippie. Nama Beatles
justru tinggal melegenda dan menjadi patron bagi musik-musik berkualitas dunia.
Synthesizer
Thanks to Elisha Gray to be the first person who was invented
an electric musical instrument in 1876. Elisha yang merupakan seorang teknisi elektro
tidak sengaja menemukan metode pengaturan suara pada sebuah alat electromagnetic buatannya. Alat ini kemudian berkembang dan melahirkan jenis-jenis instrument
elektronik lainnya, salah satunya adalah synthesizer. Synthesizer dapat
berupa keyboard, fingerboards, gitar,
violin drum dan perkusi.
Synthesizer menjadi instrument alternatif bagi banyak musisi
untuk menghasilkan suara musik yang megah dan sophisticated. Awalnya, di tahun 1970an synthpop mulai terkenal
melalui musik-musik instrument karya Jean Mechel Jarre, Larry Fast, dan
Vangelis. Synthpop kemudian semakin terkenal di tahun 1976 semenjak release
album Berlin Trilogy oleh David Bowie yang dibantu pengerjaannya oleh salah
seorang dewa musik ambient, Brian Eno.
Sekarang ini musik synthesizer, synth, atau synthpop tidak
asing lagi ditelinga kita. Ada Depeche Mode, The Buggles, The Bird and the Bee,
Daft Punk, Imogen Heap sampai musisi-musisi mainstream juga bermain synth pada
lagunya. Sebut saja Rihana, Lady Gaga dan masih banyak lagi. Untuk lokal kita
pasti sangat akrab dengan musik synthpop ala-ala Pee Wee Gaskins. Synthpop tidak
menjadi genre khusus bagi musik itu sendiri. Melainkan sebuah komponen suara
electromagnetic yang dapat melahirkan warna musik baru dan segar bagi sebuah
karya.
Melihat perkembangan musik dunia yang semakin canggih, dan
antusiasme penikmat musik terhadap musik-musik elektronik sekelas Will.i.am dan
suara elektronik bervibra seperti Britney Spears, nampaknya chance
synthpop untuk semakin populer cukup besar. Yang pasti synthesizer sudah
memiliki pangsa pasarnya sendiri, mainstream ataupun indie, musisi ataupun penikmat
musik, mereka selalu mencintai synth.
At the first time yah, saya pikir wajib mendengarkan The Tallest Man on Earth karena wajahnya mengingatkanku seseorang dari mesin waktu Doraemon. Tapi lama-kelamaan toh saya ketagihan, liriknya adalah mantra-mantra cinta penuh dengan teka-teki and for the last reason is obviously cuz he always being associated with The Marvelous Dylan.
Renkarnasi musik Folk Bob Dylan, The Tallest Man on
Earth.
Lahir di Dalarna, Swedia, 30 tahun yang lalu dengan nama
asli Kristian Matsson. Adalah seorang penyanyi folk music dengan stage name The Tallest Man on Earth. Ia menikah dengan
salah seorang musisi yang juga berasal dari Swedia, Amanda Bergman atau lebih
populer dengan stage name Idiot Wind.
Biasanya The Tallest Man on Earth dan istrinya, Idiot Wind melakukan konser dan
touring bersama-sama. Pasangan ini
memang terlihat sangat romantis. Kalau di Indonesia keromantisan stage acts sekaligus keromantisan dalam
menjalin hubungan suami-istri seperti ini bisa kita lihat dalam kehidupan Endah
N Rhesa.
The Tallest Man on Earth memulai karirnya di tahun 2006
dengan merilis album EP yang sama dengan
namanya, The Tallest Man on Earth. Dari awal karirnya, ia sudah menarik
perhatian banyak kritikus musik karena lirik dan suaranya yang sangat luar
biasa. Suaranya yang kuat dan melengking juga lirik-liriknya yang puitis dipadu
permainan gitar yang canggih membuat The Tallest Man on Earth terlihat berbeda
dari musisi folk lainnya.
Bagi setiap musisi baru, dikait-kaitkan dengan kemampuan
musikalitas penyanyi sekelas Bob Dylan adalah sebuah prestasi membanggakan.
Para kritikus menggap The Tallest Man on Earth memiliki kemampuan yang sama
dengan Bob dari segi penulisan lirik lagu, cara bernyanyi, dan profilnya yang
kharismatik. Menanggapi komentar itu, The Tallest Man on Earth melalui video
youtube-nya mengatakan, “I don’t consider
my work to be part of any tradition. This is How I play. This is How I write
songs”.
Namun, ia juga mengakui lagu-lagu Bob banyak menginspirasi
karya-karyanya. Selain penyanyi folk Amerika seperti Pete Seeger dan Woody
Guthrie. Bagi yang penasaran ingin membandingkan The Tallest Man on Earth dan
Bob Dylan, coba cek video The Tallest Man on Earth meng-cover lagu Bob Dylan, berjudul I
Want You. Jika belum puas, mendengarkan singles
album The Tallest Man on Earth cukup untuk membangkitkan apetite kamu untuk mendengarkan
lagu-lagunya yang lain. Guaranteed!
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