Musical Observations in Thailand

1. The most popular western band in Thailand is the Eagles
a. I have heard Hotel California more times in one week in Thailand than I did growing up in Southern California in the late 70s/80s
b. Thais singing Life in the Fast Lane at karaoke are no better at it than Japanese singing Country Road
c. Or, for that matter, Americans singing karaoke at all
2. The most popular band among Thai taxi drivers is Carabao
a. There is also an energy drink of the same name sold everywhere, one with a green label and a brown one marked XO
b. The one marked XO tastes like frog penis
c. Or at least what I imagine frog penis tastes like, you fags
3. Currently, the most overplayed music in the Chattuchak market stalls is Punjabi MC
a. Second is Linkin Park/Jay Z (Collision Course)
b. The only thing more annoying than overplayed Punjabi MC is the unmistakeable stench of shit that permeates certain areas of the market
c. Luckily, those areas do not include the deep fried pig stalls, which make the best deep fried pig in all of Thailand in my humble opinion
4. The violinist in the lounge of the the Fortune Hotel in Ratchada is tone deaf
a. Or maybe just never learned how to tune his shit
b. Or maybe just avant garde
c. Or maybe just hates his job and is fucking with everyone
5. Thai rap is fucking awesome
a. Now all they need is a Thai Flava Flav
b. With his clock set to “Thai time” (15 to 45 minutes late, depending on mood)
c. I saw a hooker who looked just like Terminator X walking down the street in a dress and high heels

The World’s Fastest Indian

This is the best movie I’ve seen in a long, long time. Although this is partially because all other movies I’ve seen the past year or so sucked, it really was a damn good movie. Anthony Hopkins is the man. Simple story, simple plot, simple dialogue, flawless acting, no bad guy, no glamtastic CG, excellent cinematography, and just enough racing/greasemonkey scenes (like watching Hopkins cast his own pistons).
Just a hunch, but I think gearheads like Gen and Gaijin Biker would especially get off on this movie if they knew that the bikes filmed on the Bonneville flats were Ducatis (not to dis the featured Indians or Triumphs, though).

Kaki King – Playing With Pink Noise

When we first heard of Kaki King, we had only one thought, what a strange name. However, that seems kind of superficial after you hear her play. (The video takes a while to load so you might want to pause it once and let it load all the way before viewing, so you can see it without it stopping partway through.)

We are big fans of her playing style, and yes, before you ask, T has tried playing along to this clip. It was pretty funny to watch: He’s convinced either the lip piercing or breasts give her an unfair advantage.
Her site is pretty cool, too:

Spam Patterns

So the latest trend in comment/trackback spam is furniture. Ceiling fans, wood flooring, wood cabinets, etc. May I just point out the fact that this is retarded.
In addition, the very latest spam was about “oral herpes genital pictures.” Now that is some sick shit.
In a perfect world, spammers are Tokyo and I am Godzilla.

Radar Detector

My trusty cheap-ass radar detector. I go through one of these every couple years which is how long it takes for the solar panels/battery to run down. I need to run it solar because my Silvia’s cigarette lighter is broken. Come to think of it, that’s a problem I’ve seen on many Silvias, as well as the 240/180sx. Design flaw, methinks.

Success of 24

Last night I watched a documentary on Flight 93, one I hadn’t seen before. Every time I see photos or footage from 9/11, it still makes me tear up a bit…
Right after it finished, I watched the new episode in the great adventures of Jack Bauer. And suddenly, I understood why I’ve liked the show from the first episode I ever watched.
There are some seriously evil fuckers in this world who just need killing. And I wish someone would hurry and send Jack after them.