It was my friend who introduced me to the YESS cassettes. YESS cassettes were produced by a company in Bandung. The were two colors of the covers: green and blue, the cassettes themselves were typically colored green (later white). The other unique feature is the logo. It looked like a combination of a plane and bird (later on I realized that it was stolen from the art of Roger Dean who was the artist who created my covers of YES albums).
Monday, January 31, 2022
YESS relic
one month of blogging
I have completed my first blogging month in 2022. Learning from my 365 of days of exercise as recorded on Strava last year I am convinced that If I putted my mind on something it could be done. I would like to celebrate my first milestone by reviewing my first month of blogging here.
My first eight blogs were inspired by my running hobby. Those could be found on my wordpress site. I spoke about why ranking (on strava) doesn't matter to me, how I am addicted to run, how do I see running spiritually, my habit of listening to podcasts as I run, my dad as my inspiration, my running shoes, my earphones, and lastly my experience joining a half marathon.
Some blogs were inspired by books (Mother Teresa, a book the read when I was a kid), a film (Spiderman), experiences like joining a trekking, some news, a twit, memories (old Nokia phone), things that I saw (a cemetary, a city). I also wrote my memories about Bands that I listened during my teen years (Deep Purple, Van Halen, The Beatles)
I have accomplished but 1/12th of my goal - I need still to write some 330 blogs in the coming months. To be honest I am sure I could come up with some entries (more Bands to write, I listen to podcast daily so I might steal some ideas there, I am picking up books again hoping to have some ideas, etc) - I am sure that on some days I might struggle to find ideas but one thing is certain that no matter what I am committed to accomplish this 365 days blogging challenge this year.
Saturday, January 29, 2022
Count your blessings !
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Van Halen was my name
After listening to Van Halen's 'Fair Warning' (not from Aquarius this time, too bad forgot already the producer of the pirated cassettes) I fell in love so much to the band that I add Van Halen to my name (written LOOQQAZT VAN HALEN)
The next album that I had was Diver Down. I thought 'Hang 'Em High' was the highlight of the album. I had this album when I was in high school. At that time Van Halen was still obscure. Compilation (like 'The Best of" was not available yet). However I managed to find a poster of Van Halen (of course pirated). I proudly pasted it in my room
Queen were the champions
My first queen cassette was the compilation produced by (again) Aquarius. Wearing Flash T shirt Mercury jumped so high that I thought some kind of camera trick was applied. See below
Tuesday, January 25, 2022
with the beatles
I started to listen to The Beatles pretty much when the pirating cassettes labels in Indonesia (in my case : Aquarius) reissuing their own compilation following the death of John Lennon in the 1980. My journey into Beatles catalogue pretty much followed what Aquarius issued.
our timeline mystery
When I was around 13-15 years old I had friends who influenced me to be fascinated with slapping bass tunes. To us those slapping bass were madness. It is just crazy to play bass in such manner. Try not to tap your feet listening to this song Can't Get Enough from Jeff Lorber Fusion (around minute 1 or so). At that time I could not imagine how one such bass sound. I guess the player must pulling the string or something (check out this video for a quick tutorial). Anyhow my friends and I were busy hunting for that crazy sound by listening to radio and cassettes. I guess if Internet was around by that time we would have easier hunting time
I guess I would listen to different music genre had I was raised in different place. It so happen that I stumbled to group of friends who love such music despite living not in the capital of the province. Of course there is no way for me to find out the alternative universe where I did not meet those friends.
I am not saying that being crazy about bass slapping was a fundamental part of my identity or something like that. I am just pondering that somehow my line of lifetime crossed over those friends and it colored my childhood and in a way some of my personality.
Life is a mystery in a sense that what happened to our life is affected by whom we met and it would be impossible to reconstruct each detail of our past. Why did our parent move to that city at that time so that we would met these friends etc.
In many sci-fi movies it is common to hear that if we changed something in the past - even a small detail of it - then the future as we knew would not happen as life would take a different path of trajectory. Of course there is no way for those future people to understand that past had been altered. Only those time traveler would have known that a different future had been assembled by changing the past.
Not sure if time travel would ever be possible. For all we know this is the only timeline that we have and that is not a mystery.
Monday, January 24, 2022
Burning Riff
My first hard rock album was Deep Purple's Made in Europe. I was about 13-14 years old and it was a pirated cassette which was freely (legally?) distributed in Indonesia. The price was IDR 1000 or about USD 50 cents. I remember I was amazed seeing the drum kit shown on the cover of the album. I was in a band at that time. Our church has a set of musical equipment (including a sax which no one know to play it). I played keyboard. Our drum kit is an ordinary one. Nothing compared to Ian Paice's kit.
I love all the songs in the album but my favorite song was Burn. I thought the riff was fantastic. I did not know this 'riff' term at that time but to me the sound was fantastic. It was imprinted rather deeply in my head that I was using it as the standard for other hard rock song. I would be disappointed not hearing that sound in any hard rock song. I would not think that a song deserves to be called hard rock without that riff.
At that time I was learning to play guitar. To my delight I was able to mimic that riff rather easily. To be honest I did not expect that. I did not know the term 'power chord' at that time but I observe that the riff was based on two notes of the chords progression. I quickly realized that this two notes appeared very frequently in many hard rock songs.
Have listened to this album I wanted to hear more Deep Purple's songs. I adored Ritchie Blackmore guitar playing. I thought he was my first guitar god. Soon I discovered that David Coverdale was not Deep Purple only singer. There was another singer called Ian Gillan. Later I found in another cassette Gillan singing the life version of Lazy Gillan scream was great. I think both singers were great in their own ways. I would not think Deep Purple would be who they were if they only had one singer.
In the 80s I met some of my elementary school mates in a church youth gathering. We had a chance to play Deep Purple song called Black Night on stage. The song has great bassline and I really loved it as I played bass at that time. We did not rehearse before the show. But all of us knew the song so well that I remember the gig went OK.
I listened to many bands later on but Deep Purple had built the foundation of my love of hard rock.
Sunday, January 23, 2022
The superpower you would not want to have
A podcast suggests that the super power that you would not want to have is the ability to listen what people were thinking. Why so ? Because people might look supportive, all smiling, all encouraging but in their heads that might wishing all the bad things happen to us.
I would be heart crushing if your friends are not really what you think they are. That all the friendships are all fake. Yes same fake friends could easily be identified, but some might not. Or what if our spouse is thinking something contrary what we would expect ?
Many books covers the art of reading body language, the authorities might use lie detector to check people's confession. But I guess to some extent there are things that buried so deep only we would know. Psychology might even suggest that we might some aspects that we ourselves do not even aware about.
If God were omniscience then I would bet that He would be disappointed or even disgusted to hear our prayers as He would know what we really think deep inside. We might praise Him in front of public etc. but of course there is no way to hide from Him. Yet we believe that God do love us no matter what we do/think. Such would not sit well with people. If we had such superpower we would certainly react, make judgement, take action etc. Of course our limited sight made us taking wrong action as we would not now the total consequences of our actions.
Guess such superpower would be better off to be left with God
Saturday, January 22, 2022
it is easy to marry the one you love
During the wedding mass of my niece the Priest said that it would be easy to marry the one you love but it ain't easy to love the one you marry. What a clever play of words. Obviously when one marries one's lover the world was filled with honey and roses and the birds were singing and the sky was blue. Love was in the air. But after a while it takes commitment to love this person day in day out. With time we know that he/she is not perfect, has quirks, limited, etc. So loving this person that we marry is a different thing.
We all knew that after a while the honey moon - all honey moon- would be over. Now the real challenge arrived. Now the vows have to really mean something. Not mere words that we uttered when we were intoxicated by romantic love.
Having been married for more than a quarter of century I know that in time our love and commitment would have to be matured. Life would throw many things to couples and they would have to deal with those and depending on how they deal with those eventually their love and commitment would also be matured and would strengthen their bond as husband and wife.
So yes, to love the one you married is not easy but working as a team husband and wife would grow together. Their commitment to be a couple would give the strength needed to sail together and deal with what life throw at them.
death do us part
In this country there is no "mixed" cemetary. Typically people of different religions are not buried in the same place/area.. For sure death people are not buried next to each other. Husband and wife of different religion would not buried next to each other. Hence in that case death do them part.
I could not understand the logic behind this custom. Of course there would be a good explanation somewhere but still the logic would sound strange to me. Why do we have to separate dead people based on their religion ? They are no longer living so it doesn't really mater for them.
Looks like the living care so much about this separation. Why so ? One explanation that came to my mind is that cemetary could be seen as place of worship. Or at least place where God exists. In our place of worship God would present and for sure the faithful would be convinced that this God is THE GOD that they believe, worship and pray to. Other God -if exist- is not invited or even would be driven away.
Following this logic would be understandable that the living would want to have THEIR GOD to be present in their cemetary for the reason that they want to have the dead be accepted by their God to be ushered to their heaven. It would horrified if the dead met the wrong God on the other side and were judged wrongly and went to hell simply by mistaken ruling. One might wonder if such Omniscience God would make such fundamental error judgement simply by forgetting to check the religion of the soul.
I guess such argument wouldn't be applicable for the cemetary of Atheists.
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Memento Mori
This morning five people died and numerous injured in a deadly traffic accident when a lorry ran over six cars and ten motor cyclers. No one of them woken up knowing that today would their last day on earth. All life has its end and yet no one would not a minute thinking that today might be the day.
The philosopher Democritus trained himself by going into solitude and frequenting tombs. Indeed visiting cemeteries would remind me of the inevitability of death. Someday I would not exist in this earth and eventually people who knew me would also perished and hence my existence would ceased completely if not for some obscure record somewhere which no one would even bother to find out.
Strange that such importance escapes our attention almost completely. We live as if we are immortal. In Catholicism people would mention their dead when reciting Hail Mary prayer
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
In the spirit of Memento Mori, I try to always recite that part slowly and mindfully. I pray that Mother Mary would remember me always, now and at that hour
Amen
The shifting 'soul' of a city
Recently I went to the place where my junior high school was. The city looks different. The house that my parents rented is now a Bank. On the street where we lived there are many restaurants, stores, etc (there were none back then). The city has a new big shiny malls. However this new mall sucks out the life out of the stores in downtown area. The downtown is now look like ghost town. Old and rusty. The streets are cleanly sweep daily but it has lost its vigor. As if the city has one soul only. That soul now resides on this new mall at the (then) edge of the city.
Looks like this shifting 'soul' is not unique to this city. In the city that I am living now, the capital of province, the old downtown is also relegated to dusty old place, not even able to shadow its long gone glory. Newer generations or new comers wouldn't be able to guess that this place used to be the main magnet of the city.
Not sure if the 'soul' of the city would remain in this new centrum, only time could tell if a new centrum would emerge. I might not be around to see that, but at least I have seen in my life time the old magnet dimmed to be replaced by a new one. I guess I wouldn't be far off to guess that in the future a new magnet would pop up elsewhere.
The cliché that change is the only constant is really a cliché, nihil novi sub sole, there is nothing new under the sun. Generation come and go, new centrum rises and abandoned. Only the sun would witness this silently until it too had to go. By that time this place would be very cold drifting aimlessly through space.
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
The 8th wonder
It is said that Einstein once said “Compound interest is the 8th wonder of the world” It implies that your money would always grow more - ad infinitum. Now this quote does not say anything about the not haves. What would happen to the not haves when the haves getting richer? Is the size of the pie limited ?
Yang kaya makin kaya (The rich gets richer)Yang miskin makin miskin (the poor gets poorer)
Selama korupsi semakin menjadi-jadi (as long as corruption is rampant)Jangan diharapkan adanya pemerataan (do not expect for economic equality)
Monday, January 17, 2022
Silence of Straw
When I moved to another city due to job, my wife (who shares the same passion) and I were active in our church. When maintained the same passion even when we moved to other countries. However after my 55th birthday last year I see things differently. I want to lead a simple quiet life. I am sure the Catholic church would still be there, just like it has always been whether I am involved or not. Suddenly I see those activism as meaningless noise.
Looking to the rearview mirror I could see that there was nothing I changed in the church. No one pray more because of me. No one have deeper faith, no one converted to Catholicism. Nothing. I was only noise. And no more
I remember I inherit this passion from my Mom. My Mom and My Dad were very active in church (my Dad was converted later from Protestantism). They both had passed away many years ago (My Mom 2014, Dad 2001). I doubt that I lost this passion because of the passing of my parents.
I do not think I could explain this change of heart. Of anything the experience of St Thomas Aquinas when we famously said mihi videtur ut palea. All that I have written seems like straw compared to what has now been revealed to me
I am no Aquinas, but I see all my activism like straw
Our imperfectness
I followed this person on twitter - he is a doctor living in US. His tweets are informative and I refer to his postings for Covid related information (Some of his tweets are in Indonesian. He claimed that he does not speak Bahasa Indonesia at all). I am not sure how to react to this tweet. Is he a hypocrite or a mere imperfect person ?
Keep walking on. If you fell, stand up and walk on
Sunday, January 16, 2022
The best story ever
When I was in my elementary school one of my favorite past times was reading stories. Gramedia the leading publisher had this story books series called "Cerita dari Lima Benua" (stories from five continents). I love many reading many of those but to me the best ever is Leo Tolstoy' What Men Live By. Gramedia titled the book as "Simon dan Malaikat" (Simon and an angel). I have been searching for this book but no luck. When I knew that in fact the story was written by Tolstoy and I could find it online I could not tell how happy I was
To me Tolstoy wrote to confess his philosophical/religious view about God and humanity. I was no older than twelve when I first read the story but it had made a deep impression to my childhood brain. I was not sure why Gramedia has picked that title (Simon dan Malaikat) which to me did not give any clue what the story all about. I remember the cover depicted Simon (wearing ushanka, that unique Russian hat) and the pale angel lying naked with half his body covered with snow.
I remember I was also fascinated by the illustration (I think those drawings were by Dwi Koen). I am sure one of the reasons why I love this book was the illustrations. I adored Dwi Koen's drawing. Anyway when I finished I experienced that moment of awe, similar when the singer mesmerized the audience to complete silence.
Tolstoy was a genius
PS: I would want to spoiled the reader by hinting the plot of the story here. I would not want to steal that awe moment from you
When Nokia was King
I remember the time when Nokia was king. I needed to learn the skill of typing SMS. How to type words using those 12 keyboards. The screen was monochrome and drawings made out of ASCII characters were awesome. Those Nokia are bulky, hot and cumbersome. But of course it was a dawn. We could make phone call anywhere. We were no longer tied by cables
When Blackberry offered QWERTY keyboard the end of NOKIA time had arrived. Now people could type text just like typing using the typewriter or computer keyboard. For business people Blackberry offers the ability to access their emails, anytime and anywhere. During the 911 attack all providers were blacked out but blackberry.
When Blackberry ignored the touchscreen technology of Iphone and Android it was their time to extinct. Blackberry insisted that their physical QWERTY would never persuaded people to migrate to the competitor. Of course they were completely fooling themselves. They could have still able to pocket some money were they not too proud to license the famous BBM to their competitors. Whatsapp was sold for $16 billion. But of course they were too proud to do such
Looking back it would be easy to see why consumer moved from one technology to another one. But of course from Nokia or Blackberry the future is where the gambles were. Blackberry were so stubborn to ignore the touchscreen completely. Nokia did not see that QWERTY was their Achilles heel.
There other thing that I learned experiencing these changes of era is that the future is non linear. If you asked me what would people be using in 20 years time I might imagine smaller phone (like those Star Trek badges). But I would bet that I would be completely wrong. The future is hard to predict. Just ask those smart people in Nokia or Blackberry