When you get a new piece of Musical Gear... Be it hardware, software, rack-mount, stomp box, and so on... Put away the instructions aside from the set-up and throw the troubleshoot guide into the trash... Accidents and ignorance creates beautiful mistakes... (Jaco Pastorius : 1951 - 1987)
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RIESAP : an ordinary introvert, former slide-41ers photographer, former jam session musician & laidback bass player, anime & manga buff and definitely a music geek...
SAYA : the name is eko, the age is 20something, the hobbies are cooking, playing guitar, sleeping, collecting vans old skool shoes, the status is single ;)
ERWIN : a discoverer, do-it-yourselfer, computer/gadget geek, musician, movie buff, amateur photographer, leisure-time chef, dangerous driver and errr... lawyer.
SIAPA SIH INI? : tukang rekam dan penggemar pilem komedi endonesya tahun 70an... yet identified... somewhere in 'lobangneraka'...
TIARA : it's all about jazz.. the name is T, jazz lover, piano player, coffeeholic, cat-lovers. once you bitten by jazz bugs, there's no turning back!
HIDDENHATE : tukang tereak2 di band minimalis. bikin duktrek duktrek untuk kesenengan
pribadi. tawanan kapitalisme. produk orde baru nan handal.
-CHRYSALIC- : ...hidden beneath the shell, protected from the world, waiting to soar into an inevitable beauty...
There is no doubt in my mind that my father would have gotten better. It would have taken a long time for him to recover after the chemical warfare that wreaked havoc on his brain for so many years, but he didn't even get that chance. He should have had a lifetime to heal and learn. Yes, my father kept making mistakes - everyone does. Unfortunately, if you are living in the throes of manic-depressive illness, your mistakes are going to be on a much grander scale and with far greater consequences.
It probably never crossed his mind that he might be killing a brilliant man. A father. A brother. A son. There are so many of us that lost so much, and this man has never expressed any remorse, apologies, or attempted to help my family in any way. Two of my three brothers will never get to know their own father. My grandparents had to watch their firstborn son be put into the ground after a mere 35 years of life. Someday, I'll get married, but, I won't walk down the aisle proudly on the arm of my father. Someday, I'll have kids, and they'll never know their grandpa. But, despite the loss, the pain, and the tragedy, I still have my beautiful memories of daddy - full of life and laughter. Climbing trees, stealing mangos, frisbee on the beach, my first plane trip, cookies on the way to Central Park, listening to Stevie Wonder, weekend softball games, swimming and ping-pong at Grandma's, postcards from all over the world, hiding from the tickle monster, listening to him play the piano, listening to him play the drums, listening to him play anything, all the food backstage at Weather Report concerts, watching Star Trek, cutting my fingernails, cleaning my ears, Burger King Friday, teaching me how to sing into a mic, bringing home a doggy, buying pina colada, a solo performance to my 4th grade class for career day, holding him tight when he picked me up from school on the motorcycle, kissing me good night.
