Monday, December 31, 2007

Konfused Kid Abandons Heavy Metal

In a shocking turn to his fans, Iraqi Konfused Kid, formerly known as Iraqi Konfused Kollege Kid a.k.a The Kid Himself decided to officially declare the end of almost six years of bone-crunching, fist-pumping, devilless-worshipping devotion to heavy metal.



It has been six years since that fateful day when The Kid, at that time a lonely, reserved misfit whose existence was largely supported by video games and Eminem, heard that ominous call, there was no magnificence in that moment, it was actually a boring evening and The Kid was flat on his ass checking out the new cassette he recorded at the nearby Radio1 shop, but at that moment when "No Leaf Clover" came bursting out the seams of his cheap Chinese player, that he felt like an ancient prophet in a cave.

After that, The Kid's mindset was completely captivated by the magnificence, power and intelligence this form of music can evoke in one's being ; little did he know it, but at that period of his life, he actually worshiped Heavy Metal, and NOT in a metaphorical sense of the word, all his existence was more or less devoted to that obsession, he saw in those drug-addicted, half-naked school dropouts the pinnacle of human evolution and development ; often did he sit late at night, pondering like a historian over manuscripts at their lyrics, carefully trying to "understand" the concise interpretation of this lyric and that, the epic, dark compositions uplifted his spirit and gave him meaning. In fact, unconsciously he believed that the juxtaposition of music and words in such a fashion unlocked a dangerous magic of its own that can only be felt and understood by those devoted followers, from this logic, he considered those rare specimen who agreed with his ways, whom he met during high school as especially enlightened human beings, who had managed to see beyond the usual range of short-sighted men, those men would simply label these highly powerful creations as 'a garbled mess that has nothing to do with music', The Kid knew of those people deviated ways for he had lived upon them for 17 long years, reveling in disgust at their stupidity and 'uneducated animality', he had seen their corrupt, idiotic music about love and butterflies, formless and odorless, and yet another facet of their inferiority, he loathed their attraction to the simple and benign and treasured the complex essence of the truth he had harnessed and uncovered in those magnificent manifestations of the divine. Often did he and his compatriots talk about forming circles to practice the faith, but he was often disappointed in his colleagues, for sometimes he thought that except for their admiration for this music, they were still the savage inferior beasts he saw everywhere, and that they did not hold the key of the knowledge of this great realm like he did. Undeterred, he silently upheld his new faith and tried secretly to flourish within the confines of his society. He had no money to buy a holy instrument, so he secretly practiced his faith passively behind locked doors, he loathed headbanging, which he considered to be an extremist invention that had harmed the faith more than it benefited it and led many common people to shy away from it in disgust, instead, he preferred to air-guitar his emotions while making performer poses and creepy faces, often fantasizing himself to be in the center of whatever social unit he was part of at the time, Singing 'The Wait' in his schoolyard, or fingerpicking 'The Call of Ktulu' in the living room, in those fits of fantasy, students of the school would gaze in awe, and his family would water their eyes, everyone would bow to his greatness and testify to his superiority. He would then sleep comfortably while analyzing the subliminal intentions of the complex faux-pop songs of Soundgarden, before waking up to another tasteless school day where he served as a nondescript entity in a world he felt he did not belong to.

From his youth, The Holy Kid had perceived hints of what was to come, at six years old, when The Kid was still held by his family to be some sort of tortured genius, when he could have told you the capital of any country and the number of days it took Hitler to invade any European country one by one, The Kid has often wondered, for no reason at all, if his playmates were some sort of robots, who were programmed to think and feel in the same predictable emotions, the faith of Heavy Metal came to confirm those theories about the inherent stupidity of those people, and increase his longing for a holy hijra to the promised lands he often saw in television screens.

Years passed and The Kid graduated, having devolved from a child prodigy into a plain and unremarkable dude, more plagued by his supposedly miscast nature than anything else, he joined college, determined to convert as many as he possibly could, into his new philosophy, he had crystallized his teachings in a simple leaflet, and he termed it 'F.T.W.", his determination paid through somewhat, for after years living as a misfit, he seems to have picked up, quite inadvertently, something of human social conduct, and for perhaps the first time in his life since his teenage depression, The Kid found himself to be truthfully enjoying his presence among the ignorant population of his perimeters. He had gained a few converts on the path of truth, and believing his happiness to be stemming from that blessed foundation, he continued in that path unabashed. Yet still, in that warped form of thinking, The Kid was still believing on some level that there are better, more 'educated' human beings out there and he often longed to meet them.

However, by 2006, the actual spell-binding aura which had protected him all these years had slowly faded away, the holy incantations did not move him like they once did, but he relentlessly listened to them in an attempt to bolster his faith, believing this to be a minor lapse, shaking away whatever childish demons that tried to manipulate him, unfortunately, it felt today like a regular routine with no emotions, he now had the means to procure a holy instrument, and be bought three of the blessed tools, thinking that the time had finally come to spread the doctrines into the unsuspecting hordes, to rescue them from the vile clutches of the satanic devils of Arabic pop music.

Laugh not, for The Kid genuinely believed this crap as intensely as it is shed here, he just did not know how religiously he believed in it. It was his driving passion, during boring lectures, he was found of creating setlists for imaginary live shows, he was forever obsessed with the correct order of songs in order to persuade the heathens into the true word of the divine.
But as 2006 drove on, more and more did The Kid find himself more suffocated than liberated by his faith, the search for new items always proved disappointing, both the new and old music he tried to explore he found to be rather lame attempts to sound glorious and evil, most of the bands only had a handful of good songs, barely fitting an album, and by now it had become something of a joke, a ritualistic practice that regulated one's conformity to nonconformity without any true quality of its own, like a failed Pan-Arab revolution ; you like this? then YOU MUST like this, or else you suck! Unfortunately, The Kid cannot pin down an exact moment when he said: "That's it, this is just too ridiculous! But it can be narrowed down to the following moments: The moment when his fellow friend snatched The Kid's holy instrument and played an Arabic medley of the sort The Kid looks upon with aristocratic disfavor, but to his own amazement, it appeared to him for the first time to have a magical shape of melody and it took him to those faraway mental escapes....maybe it was the fact that The Kid couldn't play shit at that time, anyway, this small bit took The Kid into a re-examining of traditional Iraqi songs, apparently an easy way to get people's attention instead of numbing their heads with chugga-chugga, this little oriental piece proved to be quite a decisive Trojan horse later.

But most importantly of all, it was The Kid's first foray at playing with dedicated musicians, there were two of them, the bassist was a weird, but overall okay person. but the lead guitarist, Teez (his real name), was another story. Teez was supposedly Iraq's self-proclaimed 2nd greatest guitarist of all-time (the first being Saad Zai), Teez was like The Kid's musical aspiration taken to extremes, a very idiosyncratic, egotistical person who apparently sucked at everything but playing guitar, and because of this very perceived insecurity, Teez used to insult and mock everyone whenever he could in order to be assured of his prowess. Teez was especially unbearable, and The Kid, now less unsocial and with friends and some girl to talk to late at night, found him to be rather a chore and a model of a human being he was afraid he would become. He loathed Teez, and with this realization, he loathed even more the archetype of the Iraqi 'mattalla' community and its trappings. Another practitioner of the faith, a girl who was even more devoted than himself and into black metal, which we could call 'Sufi Metal' shit, actually got married to another heavy metaller just because he was into the same shit more or less, having been a witness of the hollowness of those petty lives ; it was then that The Kid realized that those 'uber-human' people he dreamed about were nothing but imaginary, like the myth of the Mahdi, and that everybody is more or less quite ordinary ; if anything, those misfits he was one of were as remote as anyone from attaining a higher experience of life, it was more like an amateur venting of frustration that eased itself out through music instead of the way Osama bin Laden or the Virginia Tech killer would do it. If anything, those idiotic animals we held in contempt were having a richer, more realistic life than this denial.

With the death of his friends, and his growing interest in politics and religion, The Kid began to read less English and more Arabic, amazingly, the Arabic culture DID turn out to be capable of producing the intelligence, wit and imagination that he so respected and thought unique of Western culture, this reflected on everything of the Kid's behavior, he stopped wearing stupid rock/tanta clothes, began reading Arabic poetry and history, and music-wise, he is now dancing to the same music he found years before to be tasteless and inane, as a matter of fact, whenever an English-speaking song comes about on his play list, he immediately skips it, mentally commenting on its inability to possess the soulful, melismatic qualities of Eastern music. Sighing at the thought of all those leather-pant-dreaming western-wannabes who think they know something.

The moral of this story is that everything taken to extremes is bad, yes you might like something passionately and that's cool, but don't read too far into it, as it puts you in a warped plane of reality that is more often not really the be-all end-all you think it is, Here I only liked loud dark music, which doesn't hurt anyone necessarily, but still, thank God it wasn't something like religion or race.

To give you an example of how my life depended on Rock, here is a piece I wrote in my wee-years in 2002, about the song which I still consider the song that affected me most in all my lifetime, No Leaf Clover, compare it to this article I recently discovered which looks with the same academic analysis and fascination at an Arabic song, apparently, there are maniacs found for almost everything! The idea I'm trying to say here is that Your God can be found in everything, and one should really respect other people's beliefs no matter how inferior they sound to you, for you could end up liking them one day, and if you asked me right now, I'd say that this woman is the greatest singer in the world.


*****

NO LEAF CLOVER, Metallica.
Written by James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich
Reviewed by The Kid in 2001-2002
NOTE: You might not understand a lot without listening to the song (YouTube link to the left) first.

*REVIEW BEGINS*

This is probably the foremost fusion of words and music I have ever heard in my whole short life. Never has a song offered such power, emotion, and atmosphere as this one. While lyrically the composition is vague and daunting, with such everyday indistinguishable words, the mirroring of their ideas into the music is what makes Clover totally mind-blowing, the song was performed only once in 1999 in a live show with a SYMPHONY, Metallica wanted to demonstrate that their music owe a lot to orchestrated detail and this one is the prime example of their complex emotional treatment. The song is intended as mourning for the death of a wild, careless human. After a good intro from the symphony that introduces the main riff, the song really starts by James playing a creepy arpeggio figure played on a clean electric guitar, while the symphony coats him with a vivid, Swan Lake-like impression, which puts across a very serene, angelic, and mysterious atmosphere. In what is one of scariest sudden-shock experiences the whole environment is turned upside down by a thundering electric guitar with only a split second of transition between it and the previous calamity, ensuring a devastating back-to-life effect that is both cynical and crushing. In the same moment, rumbling Tambourines underscores the effect, to create a march that eventually reaches conclusion with a loud snare/cymbal crack from Lars Ulrich's drums, the last note is made even more haunting by a short epic horn play, it gives the impression of a vicious resurrection of a sudden mystic power, like the visceral awakening of a slumbering, long-forgotten evil. All this happens in only three seconds, which shows the depth and the understanding of Michael Kamen (the symphony conductor), immediately after this short 'transition' the music ferociously recite the verse riff (NOT the main riff), a heavy riff with a sort of a military seriousness to it, after a full bar James Hetfield comes on the vocal, in a melody that is both wailing and sadly mourning, the sort of reaction you'd expect from a mother who's throwing fits over the dead son, he sings in high-pitched, multi-layered shots : 'And it feels right this time'. The first verse mainly resembles the youth's life, with the loud, dense collaboration of rock and classical furiously ensuing the heating, blazing atmosphere of a wild life revisited in retrospective. The mourner then proceeds to shout some of life's best virtues, in cynical, agonized bites laid together in an abrasive, animal satisfaction and simplicity 'and it feels right this time/ on this crash course feel the big time! /pay no mind to the distant thunder/beauty fills his head with wonder, boy' stating the viewpoint of that said careless individual. When he reaches the verse's end 'Good day to be alive he says' he increases his intensity on the last syllable of 'says' while the symphony proceeds to lift up, then the vocal echoes to create a sort of a dissolving effect as the guitars slow down, the spirit of life is suddenly faltered, and vanishes in a puff of smoke, out of which silently the haunting guitar line of the introduction is reintroduced while James Hetfield leaks the sadness he's conjured in a low-pitch mumble, you could actually see how wild life decomposed into the nothingness implied by this chorus, which is even made more touching by the line : 'Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel / was just a freight train coming your way' It means that the distant, unclear thing up ahead of your life which you have not paid much attention to is basically the much-dreaded end, coming towards you in immeasurable speed, at the same time James pulls out an evocative vocal delay on 'way' the symphony menacingly rises up again, and a soft, assured kick drum then proclaims the impact moment, it's as if this slow moving, giant and inevitable slab of fate hits yet another piece of clay on its never-ending travel, easily plucking it away from the frail roots it had fermented earth with. James repeats the chorus line with percussion and a more refined angelic surrounding, with Jason Newsted's bass remorsefully throbbing a few reflective notes before the whole set is pulled back to the pit again, this time the lyrics deal with outcome of the man's mindless life and where it had led him: 'Does it feel right like this?/ All the pieces fall to his wish!' the 'his' in here is either a tribute to God, meaning that eventually everything happens according to God's will, or the other way around, stating that Devil finally got you and all the things he fed you with finally worked, probably the latter is more accurate as in the next line he blames the deceased for his easy trickery into life's 'quick reward', which, however, could imply God's reproach or devil's denial. After another repetition of the chorus, James struts a bit on the warning line 'It's coming your way', all this, however diminishes when compared with the song's bloody climax: After having Kirk Hammett (lead guitarist) play the silent intro guitar distorted –which creates a sort of a bottled suffering, with James's guitar behind descending into minor keys- the song then reaches the final point, undeniably the best part of the whole song, while at the surface the tension is mercilessly released with an out-of-control Hetfield frantically screaming the chorus line in paint-peeling high-pitch saturated with high voltage energy that would put any nearby Celine to shame while his guitar textures paint a chaotic mood underneath his bellows, the actual undertones is very much in precise control, the symphony tackles the dramatic apocalypse with a few violin notes, which paves the way for Kirk to repeat his distorted intro trick, it achieves the sort of fulfillment the song needs. After this heartfelt outpouring of the chorus, the set repeats the principal riff, and ends on a rising violin note underscored by grumbling tambourines. A sad lament to a deceased individual, and a big warning sign to everyone who is willing to listen. I still remember how it threw me upside down; I never knew anything about music other than it's just a way of spending just a fun time. This one literally blew me away (I kid you not, the actual analysis of this classic took me about six months, before that, I just listened, but I never expected the impression to be so awesome, I was too lowbrow to express my feelings anyway) and eventually it changed my whole outlook on music as not just a tool for having fun, all the silly, kitschy pop music seemed absurd and meaningless, it frightened me that a band with such depth, detail and intelligence actually exists, and if only a tenth of music was as good! It also harbored an as-yet-unexplored interest in classical music, often touted as the highest form of music. It taught me to carefully examine artistic works: books, photos, pictures, songs. Everything had whole new dimensions upon closer inspection. Consequently I found out that this line of thought has even influenced my usual real life relationships and social judgment of persons. Given the song's genuine impressions, it's hard to believe that it is also one of Metallica's most accessible works, while most Metallica classics would take a dozen listens to comfortably sit within the mind, this one could be absorbed in just a few listens, with little details slowly cropping up with each listen, ensuring the song's long lifetime. No Leaf Clover's most noticeable trait is contrast. The contrasting themes between harsh life and silencing death are so strongly realized on all aspects of the song: the music is hard rock on the verses, disproved by the symphonic laid together focal chorus; the vocal is an agonized, mindless simulation of ecstasy done in screeching high-pitch at verses, while at the chorus it's so solemn, peaceful and low-pitch it's hard to believe they came from the same vocalist, this theme is even engrossed in the lyrical context: from the barks of an underdog to the metaphors of a philosopher, even the title -'No Leaf Clover' is the diagonal opposite of a four leaf clover, a luck sign- is a contrast in itself.Several other theories have been discussed as of the actual meaning behind the song (the band rarely gives out interpretations of their songs) including a war theme (Metallica has often written anti-war songs, particularly in the 80s) and just plain, indefinite bad luck, but the song's epic, larger-than-life atmosphere and high musical vocabulary allows no compromises; it deals with the highest form of the old good-and-bad conflict, the most important of humanity's struggles.

37 comments:

Pan said...

LOL. *ahem*

Emo Kid. Geddit? geddit?

"he preferred to air-guitar his emotions while making performer poses and creepy face"
Doesn't everyone do that?

Anyway, great blog, you write really well. But I hope you don't become too un-Kid like...i guess its called growing up.
peace. :P

Lynnette In Minnesota said...

Beautifully written post, Kid.

The idea I'm trying to say here is that Your God can be found in everything, and one should really respect other people's beliefs no matter how inferior they sound to you, for you could end up liking them one day,...

Yes, exactly. :)

Sorry, I can't comment on the songs. The sound dosen't work well on this computer. I will have to try a different one later.

Anonymous said...

Man I consider this song THE best song of all times. I'm glad I found someone to share that with.
Anyhow, very well written review of the song. I hope you reconsider your rock activities again. Its a great place to let go all the negative energy and something that no one can take away from you.
And...hmmmm
Happy new year.

RhusLancia said...

Great post, Kid! What is Asalah's song about?

Anonymous said...

Okay, just off the top of my head, refer to this article from The Onion http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/open_minded_music_lover to see if it strikes any chords with anyone here, or, more to the point, with anyone you used to know.

Congratulations on your own evidence of evolution. That's not to say that I or anyone should consider Heavy Metal to be a pupa stage to be eventually discarded like a chitinous shell, but it seems like any acknowledgement of the finality of a niche, of any type, is exactly that: an ending in which one's homestead walls align with the sides of one's grave.

What I am always fascinated by is convergent evolution. This is where animal species from different continents across the globe will display near-identical traits even though they are from geneologically different families. Lizards spiked like leather wristbands in Australia and the Americas are one such example. Specifically, I am fascinated by cultural and psychological convergent evolution, and how it manifests itself when examples do not fit with the social norms. In other words, misfit archetypes.

This is why, Kid, I started to follow your blog. Back in high school, I myself had a suitably dorky 4.2 GPA and a proliclivity for Iron Maiden, Metallica, Anthrax, and Queensryche, which pretty much endeared me to absolutely no one but a very, very precise Venn Diagram of colleagues. A subset of a subset. So when I see crossovers of interests occuring half a world away, my curiousity is piqued.

But upon further reflection, it's not entirely this way. Heavy Metal would be an invasive species for your region. What would really fascinate me is what would Arabic Music Be if it channeled its traditional roots into harnessing adrenaline-heartbeat tempos and iconography that aligns with when one's physical vigor matches the realization of the potential to impact the world. So I do credit you for lateraling back over to Arabic music and language for inspiration. It suits the tenets of The Prime Directive. (This is not to say I'm not massively impressed by your command of the English language.)

As much as I can still be seduced by the imagery of cartoonishly epic blackened thrasher demon hordes, what genuinely, honestly, true-to-thyself speaks to me lately is NerdCore. (Oh, yes, it's a genre.) As an introduction, you can check out Schäffer The DarkLord's music at http://myspace.com/schafferthedarklord . What other performers would have a song about being irritated by others using incorrect grammar ("The Way You Talk") or can out-deprave any Black Metal band or Gangsta Rapper with a story about sexually abusing his clones in a sci-fi future ("Revenge of Attack of the Clonefucker")? Consider: he used to be drummer for a Heavy Metal band, so you may be particularly pleased with his own path. And perhaps we could all learn a lesson from a song on his first album in which a White-Boy Rapper finds love with a Black Metal Queen, for they discovered they enjoyed seeing their music through other people's eyes despite the objections of their own genre's adherents.

Enjoy yourselves.

-Troy Z

Lynnette In Minnesota said...

Okay, I finally had a chance to listen to both songs. You're right, listening to No Leaf Clover put your review in context. And even though I have never been one to like Heavy Metal or to actually analyze in depth too many songs of any sort, I thought your review was very good.

Now as for Asalah, I liked her voice, but if I had to compare, I would say that I liked the singer that Um Ayad linked to in Zeyad's comments section better. Understand, of course, that I can only judge the music and voice, since I could not understand the lyrics in either case. Course I could say that about the Metalica song as well at certain points! lol! I can't remember the guy's name that Um Ayad linked to though. Zeyad would know.

This may sound a little strange, but I see your progression in taste in music a bit like mine in books. People aren't static. We are always evolving. And hopefully like a fine wine we get better as we age. :)

Anonymous said...

Lol. Love u Kid! Wish u all the best :*

chamblee54 said...

Hey It is good to see you posting again regularly. I work on the concept that if I keep my quantity up, then the quality will take care of itself.
As for your disillusionment with heavy metal...It just shows you are paying attention. You should appreciate the tradition you were born into, whether it is Iraqi/Arab or White Southern American, like myself.
This did inspire me to write some other things on the general subject of heavy metal, which is going up at my blog. Thank You.

Indigo-Daisy said...

very inspiring post, how beautiful life can be with open minds and open hearts.

There are times when I can listen to eastern music and feel that I belong in the land were it was created.

Glad to see you evolving.

-Deborah

Don Cox said...

Trouble with giving up on Heavy Metal is that it leaves your ears too damaged to enjoy any other kind of music. ;-)

ahmed said...

Thank you all for your appreciative comments, I truly enjoyed reading them.

tom villars: no, they talk in Palestinian accent mostly. what exactly is this?

lelly: I don't "geddit", sorry!? could you explain more?

blogiraqi: i'm sorry dude, i've been six years here and I think I've had enough. there is much more to see in the world.

rhuslancia: Asala's song is called "Rawih Wu Ruwoh", which is a common Arabic phrase that means: "Leave and make us comfortable" , it's a an eerie break-up song, but the melody makes it so mesmerizing, plus there are some really aggressive lyrics such as:

"Die and writhle, in the flames of your hatred"

Trey Anonymous: Wow, great intellectual comment dude! I always loved The Onion. and Yes you are right, there is an invading property of Heavy Metal music which can only add to one's alienation from his culture, unfortunately, there aren't a lot of Middle Eastern music that can express anger as good. As for NerdCore, I can't say I found much use for it, besides I'm too deep into Arabic Music right now to care for anything else. Keep visting.

Lynette: What Um Ayad song you are talking about?

Thank you Pan!

Chamblee45: I'm glad I set off a wheel in motion, thank you for your comment.

Indigo: Yes indeed, openness is a very positive idea.

Don Cox: I guess so, but I haven't become completely deaf like Pete Townshend ; maybe this was an unconscious decision to take a break on part of my ears.

Best of luck for all of you

Lynnette In Minnesota said...

Kid,

I asked Um Ayad to refresh my memory. Here is her comment to me:

Lynnette in Minnesota,

"Um Ayad, Remember when you linked to the songs your friend performed? What is his name again?"

Why are you asking, do you like Iraqi music?

He is a very good friend of my husband, his name is Ilham Al Madfai. A couple of weeks ago my husband spoke to some Iraqi friends in Amman they said Ilham was not well, I hope he has recovered and is alright now. They have all been friends for many years.

Here is a link to his web site. Just click on the circles for information. His son, Mohamad Al Madfai, is his Manager.

http://www.ilhamalmadfai.com/

Also some videos on YouTube:-

http://www.youtube.com/results?s...+& search=Search
Um Ayad | 01.03.08 - 6:06 pm | #


I don't know if her YouTube link still works, but you can always search yourself. :) I can't understand the words, but his music is beautiful. And maybe in the end it's the music that really counts rather than the words?

Glory Rose! said...

mmm, I'd love to say something here, but I am kindda speechless! That was intense, kid!

Not everyone will feel what you experienced here, I almost fell into the same trap but got saved by some divine intervention, but I am glad that you found the way again. It is not a shame to have a bit of everything, actually the one who can achieve such thing is what we can call unique!

I believe that you are unique! :)

Keep on astonishing us with your wonderful pieces, one day I'll be asking to be your publisher! :)

P.S. Thanks for the recommendation, It's beautiful, I enjoyed it very much!!!

Lynnette In Minnesota said...

Nope, her link doesn't work here.

Here, try this one. :)

Anonymous said...

Kid:

Thanks for the return compliment. I just wish to get across that alienation isn't necessarily a bad thing, whether it's from one's culture, subculture or counterculture. Often times I recognize, with tragically increasing frequency, that any of these cultural modes can be synonymous with "resistance to progress."

-Troy Z

Pan said...

lelly: I don't "geddit", sorry!? could you explain more?

Oh.Okay.First just let me say I was feeling slightly tipsy when I typed that...
Emo describes kids who dress in black and listen to sad music. Its not THAT accurate when describibg you since you're not...15..
I think you rock, so please don't be insulted.peace.
l.

A. Damluji said...

huh? wha? whu?
well, first off: happy new year :)
sorry for not visiting earlier..

2nd: well.. hmm.. dunno what to say re: the metal issue, but it is a beautiful post indeed..lotsa feelings and all..

anyway, Good music is Good music, whatever shape or scale it takes..

(p.s. Asala? err.. erm.. well.. you in love or something? :D )

so anyway, wishing u a happy new year and may ur dreams come true :)

attawie said...

Hey Kid, that was not one of the best personal post, it was THE best.

At first I felt you were describing my thoughts and emotions when I was a “Devoted to the Religion” when I was in high school. It really felt like that back in Baghdad, I mean I based my friendship on the fact that they are Metallica fans and such. But what took me back to life from the possession the fact that I liked singing. And as you know, James’s performance is not easily vocally performed by female voices, nor our society like a nice teenage girl singing that way.

The good thing is that you felt you were unique and that I believe played a very important part in molding your personality. I bet you learned a lot form the lyrics and at the same time the sweet harmony of the great S & M.

No Leaf Clover is definitely one of the best songs ever written and sang and you’ve written an excellent review. You have to meet my dad; he’s a musician and a critic as well. Now I believe you deserve to listen to his work and I’ll send you some.

It’s good that you’re enjoying other genres of music but at the same time don’t abandon what you once liked. We like the kind of music that express our feelings and the lyrics that say what we want to say, therefore, it’s always good to enjoy music and it doesn’t matter which genre. I struggled once like you and I was ashamed to admit that I like some other song. But now I believe life itself is like music, a little bit of this and a little bit of that what makes it complete.

And don’t forget to check for Mohammed Othman Sidiq, the best contemporary Iraqi musician. I’ll send you a track as I remember you like Qanoon. I can’t wait to read your critic regarding his work.

Keep the good work
Happy New Year

Unknown said...


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شركة كشف تسربات المياه بالدمام
شركة تنظيف خزانات بالدمام
شركة تنظيف بيارات بالدمام
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عزل خزانات بالدمام
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Unknown said...


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شركة تنظيف مجالس بالرياض
شركة نقل وتخزين عفش بالرياض
شركة نقل اثاث بالرياض
شركة مكافحة حشرات بالرياض
شركة عزل خزانات بالرياض
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عزل مائي
شركة تنظيف اثاث بالرياض
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