Farewell Brida!

I am dedicating this post to Daniel, a friend and colleague of mine who left the company last week. He was a mentor, a buddy and a friend, who always reminded me that it can be fun to work in a stressful environment!

Farewell my friend and I hope you pursue your dreams!

Photo taken on 20th March 2012. From left to right - Flood, myself, Daniel, Matthieu.

Losing Time

Tonight the busy persons will be sad but the procrastinators will be even sadder! That's what I imagine happens when you gotta move your clocks an hour ahead this early morning 2AM.

Embarking the Jazz journey

Most people say that Jazz music is something which matures inside a fellow musician - at the beginning you don't feel attracted at all to Jazz especially due to it's complex nature and hidden secrets - then as your musicianship matures, you arrive at a point where you fall in love with Jazz and start digging, exploring and finally taking the point to start learning it with some wit.

I think I arrived to the point where I want to invest time to learn this music - but this comes with some headaches, one of them being the ability to know to read standard notation music - better known as the art of sightreading!

That's why while ending this post I'm gonna but myself a copy of The Real Book, a must have resource for the Jazz musician.

In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again?

Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.

Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.

Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...

[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]

Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...

[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]

Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine...

[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]

Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!