Music makes life happier !

Music is the universal language, I am listening MUSE, Obituary and seurieus while I am writing. I like so many different music, range from keroncong to death metal. From dangdut to classical orchestra. R&B is the only kind of music that I hate the most, I don’t know why. I think the black music is far away different these days compare to their old one. I like the old black music, they generate great musician like James Brown, Louis Armstrong, Ray Charles, and it was undeniable that they were genius in music. But at present days, their children has ruined all they have achieved by creating the trash music called by R&B. This is not even music, it is just a bunch of gangsters, pimps, and whores unite in the lusty world. If I have to kill one R&B singer, I would be glad to do it, mostly the one who wear under pant on his head, let me kill him, free of charge!

...this world consists of musical compositions only we listen to it or not doyou?

Music, for me is emotional thing, it has to touch my feeling, whether my romantic feeling or even my anger. If I listen to Simon & Garfunkel, Lobo, Bread or John Denver, their smoothness, empathy, and love touch my soul. Nevertheless, if I listen to Manowar, Metallica, or Obituary, my spirit arises as if my blood run up trough my head...there’s so many fires there! One thing you must remember if there is songs that can make you cry it means it has a healing power to your agony. For instance is Bread’s IF, not to mention Lady of Dream from John Anderson and Kitaro. I bet you can cry loudly after listen to Simon & Garfunkel’s Bright Eyes! I have a good advice for you; do not ever listen to those songs while you are broken hearted! It leads you to suicide instead of healing your pain!

It is no wonder if we see how music becomes a prayer to the Lord. The Moslems give their prayer some rhythms mostly in Qur’anic reading. From the easiest to the hardest, (you will need an iron lung to do the hardest way). Something is more touching if we change it to some singings. That way, the religion’s moral values can easily run trough our souls...directly or not....

Smells like teen spirit - Nirvana

I have my musical activities since I was in my Junior High School. I started with Deep Purple’s songs but before it, I listened to Queen, Scorpion, and Lobo, because my elder brothers and sisters played those songs often. Deep Purple’s Highway Star makes me thrilled even now, this song has a deep emotion in my soul, the tempo and beat just match with my youth soul! I carried my Deep Purple’s cassette and played it loud in the middle of our school’s library! What a crazy boy! You can imagine, when we are in the library, we supposed to be silent, even you cannot speak to others in high tone, but I played music loudly instead! Guess what? Everybody definitely was getting mad on me. Did I change my habit? NOT at all! I didn’t care even finally my teachers came up...I still don’t understand up to now, how crazy I was!

I played guitar as well in this age, started the Malay songs such as Search’s Isabella. Moreover, the D-day has come finally; I played a band with my companies. My activities was just music ever since. Playing guitar from maghrieb time to midnight, everyday, seven days a week, 30 days a month and 365 days a year! I do it during these 21 years more! Up to now! Remarkable! Do I bored or something? NO, that’s because the magic of music.

I had two different bands when I was in my senior High School! The band played kroncong and the other played death metal! I played bass-cello and 3-snare ukulele, we call ukulele as cuk! While in my death metal band, I played rhythm guitar and sing! You can give your imagination how complex I was. We played Miss Waljinah’s 'Mawar Biru’, but the other night I probably played Sodom, terrorizer or Napalm Death’s songs! It was like heaven and earth, far away different way of music, but I like them all no matter what!

After I became a University student, I found that the death metal fans were just a little in amount. However, the show must go on, I had to be flexible, so I started to sing Nirvana’s songs. Our band -- Donal bebek, has played most of their songs. I wanted to play weezer or Beatles badly, but what I can say I just lost those opportunities...my bands ruined and my friend found their own life. My ex-guitarist has some printing company in Yogyakarta, my ex-drummer (there are three of them) one becomes The Coca cola’s company employee, the other one I lost my connection and his news, and the last one is the only one who still playing music. He is the drummer of Minoru, some Japanese Rock band.

As a band boy, I can feel the ultimate satisfaction when I am on stage. It is when the crowds are going crazy we call it by headbang. I experience some remarkable moment once, friend of mine, she hates rock music actually but she cannot afford to have her headbang when I sang my Nirvana’s songs. I played bass and sing at that time, I broken my bass snare it was because I played it hard. My guitarist had the same experience he broken most off all his snares. My drummer broken his cymbal as well! What song of nirvana could lead us to hysterical actions? SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT! Their greatest song forever!

koeaing!
Miss the stage actions

There is always a giant among us

Ever since God made this universe, there is always a balance between the good and the bad. Our great grand father, Adam, teased by the Devil, and given some good advices from angel either. If you do the good things, you probably enter the heaven, vice-versa if you do the bad things you just enter the hell easily! In the politics world we know the opposition side, it said clearly as the opposite side, the idea is we need a balance circumstances in this world. Nothing is forever in this world, within the white power there is black power, even a little, it works as the opposite way...

...we live in the middle of good and bad peoples
therefore
face it !

As a social creature, we live among others, and there are good and bad persons for sure. Those two attitudes are within us. The Pandawa’s won’t become the white knights if there was no bad Kurawa’s ! The only problem is, that differences between good and bad are too far, and that’s certainly makes us wonder if there is such a very bad or very good person in this world? The answer is : IT IS!

Nobita has an asshole friend named by GIANT! He likes to kick his own friend ass even without any reasons before! Sure Nobita didn’t have any guts to make it even, not too mention Giant’s body as big as buffalo. All of us, since we have known others – I underline since we were in the kindergarten— must have the bad friend as Giant! I have no experiences of kindergarten school, so I just draw you my elementary school experiences. I had a very bad friend named Soeparman a.k.a nDhoklok (read like 'o' in ‘problem’). This boy had a bigger body than his levels, because he entered the elementary school late! He should in the 4th grade instead of 1st grade.

Those bad things came after this bastard was pointed as our class-head! One thing for sure, things started too gloomy ever since. Just like what Lord Acton cited "Power tends to corrupt, absolute power corrupt absolutely", and this nDhoklok was a perfect example of Lord Acton’s theory. He got the power, bigger body than his levels; to be frank it was just too perfect! If I may describe for what he did by his absolute power in words, it would be just too mean. He didn’t hesitate to spit other kids, to their mouth directly! The method is first he grabbed our arms until we could not move at all, and then he pushed our mouth to open ands 'crooot !" His saliva poured to our mouth like the Indian Cobra’s poison!

Saliva was just one of his torture tools, the other tool was hot balm...you have already know how hot it is to our skin. It was more sadistic than before! He could give this hot balm to other kids’ eyes for fun! You can imagine how those unlucky kids cried loudly

Did this 'giant' stop after our elementary school years over? NO HE DIDN'T! When I was in my Junior High, I met the other Giants! This time named Rober, Yes, that was his name. His father might not understand English words; just pick an ‘ear-catching’ word because he was born in ROmadhon and octoBER months! Watricht !

Nobita....

Because this kid as big as Samson, while the others as small as dwarf – dwarfs who liked to play in the field-movie held by Jamu Tjap Djago vendor— so he easily terrorizing us ! If anyone dares to challenge his order, then his hands, legs or other tools move as fast as Zeus does to kick our butts! Plak! Boekk ! Blesss....!!! Lucky for me, he was good in beating someone’s ass but not in his head. He counted on me for home works, or other intelligent things. It was good for me to stay from his cruelness away...

After I went to Senior High in Solo, there were so many giants in this school anyway! From seniors, my levels or even my juniors! Sadewo a.k.a mbako was one of our giant, he was in our same level. We named him as mbako (Javanese: tobacco) because he had hair like lesser tobacco, curl and bad smell. He got small body but awesome guts! I saw he fought with senior giant once. His name was Doni, his body as big as school doors! However, mbako didn’t get scared, even a little. He even gave his bad words while he fought! Whatta boy ! Another moment, I saw this boy was asked to go out from the classroom –in the middle of class hour – by a senior giant named Agus Mansion (because he was very found of drunk of Mansion House liquor)

+ Sir, can I talk with Sadewo for a moment?
- Ooo...sure you can...but don’t take too long....

Mbako then got from the class out to meet him, but what happened there was very surprisingly! He was not even to say a word when his face was punched by Agus mansion! As a giant too, mbako did his jobs well, he then gave Agus a punch as well...bak...buk! The teacher and other kids just saw it happened speechlessly! God damn them!

When I was in my college time, I was becoming one of these giants! Hehehhe...at least I fought with other giants twice a month...I have been fought versus two giants from Palembang....Bak! Boek ! Prot !! Their names were Faisal and Hakim. I was on the top at that time because they were in the middle of buzzed-out by Aceh marijuana. You know if someone buzzed-out by this thing they can not focus in doing something....Let say the gave us two punches and I gave them back four or five punches. What a shame, two giants from senior and junior class beaten by me, myself only in one moment. Luckily, for them...before anything went too far Gusur saved their ass! Gusur was the most senior Giant…

That’s all, in every moment of our life there will be a giant around; you’d better watch your ass!

Koeaing!
Giant with Nobita’s face and Shizuka as his wife

The free movie theatre

...like no other arts in this world, I cannot master acting...it is the hardest arts I ever know.... (Koeaing!)

"OK, you koeaing, Nurul and Sinto, come here, in front of the class, and give us a short scene of Prince Diponegoro Pursuit drama...." asked my History teacher....
My sweat ran out from my skin just like the blood flood when Moses tried to proof Allah’s power to Pharaoh.
"Ca…ca…cann...can we just have one or two rehearsal first ma’m ?" I tried to buy sometimes...it was better than died before the class.
"Nope...do it RIGHT NOW...!"

...movies is sometimes becoming more important than real lifeitself...

My God !! I acted as The Blind Prince Diponegoro with my eyes closed , because I must blacked-out if my eyes opened. Acting, I admire it, as it is hard to master, the art that I cannot afford to master it up to now. Singing, dancing, playing the gamelan, guitaring, drawing, painting, martial arts, you name it, I master all easily, but not for Acting, I have given my last world SURRENDER !

I could imagine if I master this art, I would be a famous actor. All beautiful girls cried hysterically yelling my name while I crossed the red carpet of Hollywood. Maybe just like Clark gable, the classical film actor with one of his hits ever, Gone with the Wind. Maybe Raden Mokhtar as well, the ex-actor of Miss Tjitjih toniil theatre who became the most famous actor in Oost-Indie .

However, what can I say All what I did is just watched movies; nothing’s more, no acting at all. The worst scenario was, I was a poor kid, even to buy some food I could hardly afford, how could I go to the theatre ? Stealing, picking pocket ? The crowd would beat me to die after they got me ! So, how is the best way to see some movies ? The answer was watched it for FREE !

Karanganyar district had one theater, the big building right on the downtown, nearby my Junior High School. I passed that building everyday after my class hour, therefore I knew how peoples came in and out well. Peoples came with the 2.5 F ticket. That 2.5 F was as much as my two-days meals. I could not give my two-days meal away, not to mention they tore the ticket off anyway, what a moron !

The exit door was at the right wing, it was the pale-blue colored one, big size and stinky, no wonder, maybe the Dutch built it. Every time the movie was over, peoples got out without queuing anymore, and I could see the small path left among the crowd, that mean a free ticket for me tough ! Problem is solved !



Right on the 'D' day, I started to do my plan. The theatre opened on matinee time alias high noon so peoples got out by half to three afternoon, which was my BIG TIME, as my class was over. Now it is twenty-five past two, my heart was beating fast even I could hear it by my own ears. My breath was in hurry, just like a beginner thief, the longer I wait the more beats I heard.

Do it or do not…do it or do not...DO IT ! I have been thinking it sometimes, how could I cancel it ? If the theatre’s guards caught me up, the worst thing was they fined me, and I was ready for it...even I didn’t know how the money came from ! Krieeeeeeeeet....broll....!! As the peoples got out from that gigantic door, I slipped-in...After broke trough some men’s legs and of course the girls either :P finally I got to the center of the theatre, still you could smell the bad-smell aroma directly from Medan town....

I ran to the scene-behind room to hide for a while. Because if you directly went to the seats the guardians saw you easily. Behind that theatre scene, I saw so many movies stuffs like movies advertising papers, film brochures, paint, scene posters, large-size textiles....bamboo sticks, they just placed all that trash in my ‘temporary palace’, shit ! This was the price I had to buy, got along with the trash, and while the smell of mice shit was mixed with peoples’ urine...

In the next ten minutes, the theatre became very dark; it was the sign of the advertisement part. It was the right time for me to go out, so I stepped out to the viewer’s seats, pretended I just came out from the rest room ! Remember, the calmness and normal gesture is the success key or thief...

I went to the second floor, my favorite place in the theatre. I sat right nearby the projector, you just don’t know how happy I was, listened to the rolling film-celluloid. My breath was back to normal, so did my heartbeat and I still have my money in my pocket...what a life ! It was fun to watch the free movies !

Grand elder KRT Soerjomentaram said, "win without conquer, attack without armies" and I guess that grand daddy forgot some words "...watch without pay...”

Koeaing!
If we can do for free why pay ?