Buy Me A Bag for My New Laptop and I'm Yours....

Let me explain....

I've decided to get myself a Macbook. I'm going to start writing my thesis and will finally try to get some results published soon before I get scooped.

I know, I know. Not everything is rosy. Apple, especially the iPod contractor, engage in some baaaad labour practices (forced OT, cheap wages, cramped dormitories) but I have been assured by insider sources that Apple will enhance the labour requirements for its suppliers asap.

The turning point was my Apple-user friend's revelation that she NEVER backs up her data. That's a very stable machine indeed. I remember High School back in the 90s when everything ran on MS-DOS, one had to constantly print out work (and cut trees!) on the fly lest you risk starting from scratch should a virus erase your data. MS-DOS got hit by viruses more often than a crack addicted cheap hooker. Data loss due to computer viruses are rare now of course yet Windows systems still crash too much.

As a transition, I'm getting the cheapest Macbook just to get the feel for it. I'm not entirely abandoning the PC though and I have put my name on the list for the new 9inch screen Ferrari-branded Acer with a black carbon fibre case.

The bad news is I'm way over budget and I haven't enough money for a proper laptop case. I can't take a part time job though because my schedule won't allow it.

Then as I walked in a dodgy part of Oxford, it hit me! I'm going to engage in the oldest profession in the world!


Hire me and get some Brown Asian lurv.....

In this age of equality, I don't see why a man can't sell his body to satisfy the needs of women. I'll be able to earn money without sacrificing a lot in terms of schedule or commitment. And I only need to raise a certain amount of money so this gig is only temporary.


I've already done my research on what laptop bags I want.

Just so every girl knows what pleasurable services The Nashman can offer, I've devised the following price structure. I actually prefer that I be paid in actual material need rather than cash but I'm putting the cash equivalent because I know not everyone can get into 233 Rue St Honore and I might have to get the bag myself.

The Nashman House of Pleasure Tariffs

Dunhill Sidecar Leather Messenger Bag (or $1030) - Basic Escort Service: I provide companionship for the day including holding hands, cuddling in public, kissing in public (excluding French) and other pa-tweetums effects. You can show me off to your parents or friends at a party and I can act like an adorable boyfriend -"Look at what I got from Asia. He's small but spicy".

Giorgio Armani Leather Handbag (or $1980) - The Daliri Service: Includes the Basic Escort Service plus my 10 itchy fingers anywhere you want them to be. Strictly no full nudity or exchange of bodily fluids. (Please I do NOT take Emporio Armani. That's only for the masses, my laptop deserves better.)

Bottega Veneta Messenger Bag ($2650) - Kasama na Pati Dila: Let my playful tongue give you a sponge bath. I require that you take a shower first and will personally supervise this to ensure that you are very clean. Not suitable for those allergic to Fit Vegetable Washing Solution

Goyard Chypre ($3860) - The Spitting 11th Finger - Full access to the One-eyed Mini-Nashman. Strictly kiskis lang sa labas, hindi ipapasok sa langit.

My services are VAT Free but the client agrees to pay for other expenses such as, but not limited to, the coast of meals, flights and travel, prophylactics, sex toys, and edible underwear. I also reserve the right to reject your offer if you are fugly, have halitosis or b.o., or speak with a pretentious colegiala accent. (Hindi ako nakikisalamuha sa coño)


Call my number now and let me entertain you! I can give you a free tour of my stately homes in Middle Earth including access to areas not normally open to the public!

Hold the Press! Extra! Extra! Online Promo!

DOT Balikbayan Program - For those of Filipino Lineage. Libre isang daliri for any service availed.
Gang Bang Special - Two paying friends can call a third person who can join for free!


Kabayan, daliri pa lang solb ka na!

Of course, don't take my word for it. Call my number now and let us discuss your needs. I've got two years of Quality Control experience and you can be assured of high standards. I won't bore you with sob stories typical of other people of pleasure, I will be very discreet, and I won't distribute the hidden camera recordings of our transaction, unless you are very famous and I stand to make a lot more money selling our DVDs on the web.


A glowing review of The Nashman's performance. Due to the data protection act, we cannot identify the surname of Lisa M. but you can contact her at Flat E17 Storgata 55 N-0182 Oslo, Norway to ask her personally about my pleasurable services. Lisa M. availed of the basic escort service and I even got to meet her wondeful mum, Miss Mikkelsdatter who served amazing lefse crepes.

Finally just so there is no confusion, and sadly for my legion of gay fans, I'm straight. As such, I only do girls and lesbians. If you do need pleasure services for gays and transgenders I can recommend you to my friend Ashley who is waaaaay waaaaaaaaaaay waaaaaay cheaper than me. (Last time I checked, he can do anyone for a mere Jansport beltbag.)

Buy Me A Bag for My New Laptop and I'm Yours....

Let me explain....

I've decided to get myself a Macbook. I'm going to start writing my thesis and will finally try to get some results published soon before I get scooped.

I know, I know. Not everything is rosy. Apple, especially the iPod contractor, engage in some baaaad labour practices (forced OT, cheap wages, cramped dormitories) but I have been assured by insider sources that Apple will enhance the labour requirements for its suppliers asap.

The turning point was my Apple-user friend's revelation that she NEVER backs up her data. That's a very stable machine indeed. I remember High School back in the 90s when everything ran on MS-DOS, one had to constantly print out work (and cut trees!) on the fly lest you risk starting from scratch should a virus erase your data. MS-DOS got hit by viruses more often than a crack addicted cheap hooker. Data loss due to computer viruses are rare now of course yet Windows systems still crash too much.

As a transition, I'm getting the cheapest Macbook just to get the feel for it. I'm not entirely abandoning the PC though and I have put my name on the list for the new 9inch screen Ferrari-branded Acer with a black carbon fibre case.

The bad news is I'm way over budget and I haven't enough money for a proper laptop case. I can't take a part time job though because my schedule won't allow it.

Then as I walked in a dodgy part of Oxford, it hit me! I'm going to engage in the oldest profession in the world!


Hire me and get some Brown Asian lurv.....

In this age of equality, I don't see why a man can't sell his body to satisfy the needs of women. I'll be able to earn money without sacrificing a lot in terms of schedule or commitment. And I only need to raise a certain amount of money so this gig is only temporary.


I've already done my research on what laptop bags I want.

Just so every girl knows what pleasurable services The Nashman can offer, I've devised the following price structure. I actually prefer that I be paid in actual material need rather than cash but I'm putting the cash equivalent because I know not everyone can get into 233 Rue St Honore and I might have to get the bag myself.

The Nashman House of Pleasure Tariffs

Dunhill Sidecar Leather Messenger Bag (or $1030) - Basic Escort Service: I provide companionship for the day including holding hands, cuddling in public, kissing in public (excluding French) and other pa-tweetums effects. You can show me off to your parents or friends at a party and I can act like an adorable boyfriend -"Look at what I got from Asia. He's small but spicy".

Giorgio Armani Leather Handbag (or $1980) - The Daliri Service: Includes the Basic Escort Service plus my 10 itchy fingers anywhere you want them to be. Strictly no full nudity or exchange of bodily fluids. (Please I do NOT take Emporio Armani. That's only for the masses, my laptop deserves better.)

Bottega Veneta Messenger Bag ($2650) - Kasama na Pati Dila: Let my playful tongue give you a sponge bath. I require that you take a shower first and will personally supervise this to ensure that you are very clean. Not suitable for those allergic to Fit Vegetable Washing Solution

Goyard Chypre ($3860) - The Spitting 11th Finger - Full access to the One-eyed Mini-Nashman. Strictly kiskis lang sa labas, hindi ipapasok sa langit.

My services are VAT Free but the client agrees to pay for other expenses such as, but not limited to, the coast of meals, flights and travel, prophylactics, sex toys, and edible underwear. I also reserve the right to reject your offer if you are fugly, have halitosis or b.o., or speak with a pretentious colegiala accent. (Hindi ako nakikisalamuha sa coño)


Call my number now and let me entertain you! I can give you a free tour of my stately homes in Middle Earth including access to areas not normally open to the public!

Hold the Press! Extra! Extra! Online Promo!

DOT Balikbayan Program - For those of Filipino Lineage. Libre isang daliri for any service availed.
Gang Bang Special - Two paying friends can call a third person who can join for free!


Kabayan, daliri pa lang solb ka na!

Of course, don't take my word for it. Call my number now and let us discuss your needs. I've got two years of Quality Control experience and you can be assured of high standards. I won't bore you with sob stories typical of other people of pleasure, I will be very discreet, and I won't distribute the hidden camera recordings of our transaction, unless you are very famous and I stand to make a lot more money selling our DVDs on the web.


A glowing review of The Nashman's performance. Due to the data protection act, we cannot identify the surname of Lisa M. but you can contact her at Flat E17 Storgata 55 N-0182 Oslo, Norway to ask her personally about my pleasurable services. Lisa M. availed of the basic escort service and I even got to meet her wondeful mum, Miss Mikkelsdatter who served amazing lefse crepes.

Finally just so there is no confusion, and sadly for my legion of gay fans, I'm straight. As such, I only do girls and lesbians. If you do need pleasure services for gays and transgenders I can recommend you to my friend Ashley who is waaaaay waaaaaaaaaaay waaaaaay cheaper than me. (Last time I checked, he can do anyone for a mere Jansport beltbag.)

The Nashman Studies of Motion 09: This Summer...In Amazing Technicolour - The Nashman and A Cast of Thousands. (No CGI needed)

I must admit. I've seen my fair share of Filipino films.

It doesn't matter if it's an action, drama, comedy, or horror film - before the credits roll, there's going to be a song and dance routine. (The dubbing will be awful of course and let's not forget that the actors are tone deaf.)

Yet, in terms of the sheer number extras appearing out of nowhere breaking into song and dance when you least expect anyone to be breaking into song and dance in a movie, no one beats Bollywood.

I came out of the library today contemplating serious global issues when suddenly music started playing and I was engulfed by a sea of turmeric and saffron.....

It all begins with the standard shoulder shake of course...



More shoulder action while doing the shuffle sidestep......



then, the full frontal shake and bake....



And the classic booty call....



Presenting the new L'Oreal anti-I can't believe I'm shooting this face make-up used by make-up artists to the stars. You too could have sweat-free skin while spontaneously breaking into song and dance. Approved by PAMET and the Fictitious Institute of Skin Science....

The Nashman Studies of Motion 09: This Summer...In Amazing Technicolour - The Nashman and A Cast of Thousands. (No CGI needed)

I must admit. I've seen my fair share of Filipino films.

It doesn't matter if it's an action, drama, comedy, or horror film - before the credits roll, there's going to be a song and dance routine. (The dubbing will be awful of course and let's not forget that the actors are tone deaf.)

Yet, in terms of the sheer number extras appearing out of nowhere breaking into song and dance when you least expect anyone to be breaking into song and dance in a movie, no one beats Bollywood.

I came out of the library today contemplating serious global issues when suddenly music started playing and I was engulfed by a sea of turmeric and saffron.....

It all begins with the standard shoulder shake of course...



More shoulder action while doing the shuffle sidestep......



then, the full frontal shake and bake....



And the classic booty call....



Presenting the new L'Oreal anti-I can't believe I'm shooting this face make-up used by make-up artists to the stars. You too could have sweat-free skin while spontaneously breaking into song and dance. Approved by PAMET and the Fictitious Institute of Skin Science....

Liberation from Friendster

Today, The Nashman has finally deleted/cancelled his Friendster account.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem do not intend to be actively listed in any web-based social network (myspace, facebook, names database, de.li.cious...etc.) now or in the future.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem have always adhered to the principle of universalism and believe that by joining a group, we unnecessarily exclude the rest.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem will retain this blog in the public domain. His Royal Orangeness has also decreed that no advertisements, link exchanges, stat counters, blogrolls, adsense, links, or the like will be added in the layout in the spirit of the 'web for all'.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness thank the 9 people (as ascertained from the comments section) who read this blog on a semi-regular basis. It is not our intention to blog for any other audience than for our OWN narcissistic amusement and we appreciate the fact that you come back every so often to read our diary.

We will continue to enjoy the web, read friends'/strangers' blogs, and participate in the online community without having to put ourselves inside a box.

Web social networking is eeeeeevil.

Obra: La muerte del maestro (The Death of the Teacher) by Jose Villegas Cordero taken at the Museo de Bellas Artes, Sevilla

Liberation from Friendster

Today, The Nashman has finally deleted/cancelled his Friendster account.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem do not intend to be actively listed in any web-based social network (myspace, facebook, names database, de.li.cious...etc.) now or in the future.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem have always adhered to the principle of universalism and believe that by joining a group, we unnecessarily exclude the rest.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem will retain this blog in the public domain. His Royal Orangeness has also decreed that no advertisements, link exchanges, stat counters, blogrolls, adsense, links, or the like will be added in the layout in the spirit of the 'web for all'.

The Nashman and His Royal Orangeness thank the 9 people (as ascertained from the comments section) who read this blog on a semi-regular basis. It is not our intention to blog for any other audience than for our OWN narcissistic amusement and we appreciate the fact that you come back every so often to read our diary.

We will continue to enjoy the web, read friends'/strangers' blogs, and participate in the online community without having to put ourselves inside a box.

Web social networking is eeeeeevil.

Obra: La muerte del maestro (The Death of the Teacher) by Jose Villegas Cordero taken at the Museo de Bellas Artes, Sevilla

8 Things I Hate About Paris

London Waterloo Station. No check-in hassles. Eurostar High Speed train. No guilt associated with polluting the atmosphere because of air travel. 2.5 hours later, Paris Gare du Nord. Hop on to Metro number 4 and 8 minutes later voila, St. Michel-Notre Dame.

I wonder why I don't do this more often.

Paris. The Eternal City. Joie de Vivre. Long French Kisses. Romance. Miles and miles of pretty streets to do HHHN*. (Holding Hands Habang Naglalakad)

Unless, one is single and unloved as I am.

Eight Things I truly hate and abhor about Paris because I'm a loser singleton:

1. Couples making out in the plazas

Pwidi ba, get a room!

2. Lovers on La Rive Gauche (Left Bank)

Sarap itulak sa tubig eh.

3. Lovers on La Rive Droite (Right Bank)

Hoy tama na yan!

4. Lovers on the Iles (Seine Islands)

Sana may tsunami...

5. Lovers on the quais

Must everything come in pairs! Ako wala kayakap.

6. Lovers on the steps of Napoleon's tomb

Hoy, pwidi ba, I'm trying to eat my croque monsieur! Nilalanggam na ako sa ka-sweetan nyo. Shet.

7. Lovers at the Musee D'Orsay

Ako rin giniginaw, pa-cuddle naman.

8. Lovers on the Jardins du Trocadero

Pagkatapos mo, ako naman magpapakodak sa syota mo ha. Tsaka toy, umuwi ka na hinahanap ka na ng nanay mo.

8 Things I Hate About Paris

London Waterloo Station. No check-in hassles. Eurostar High Speed train. No guilt associated with polluting the atmosphere because of air travel. 2.5 hours later, Paris Gare du Nord. Hop on to Metro number 4 and 8 minutes later voila, St. Michel-Notre Dame.

I wonder why I don't do this more often.

Paris. The Eternal City. Joie de Vivre. Long French Kisses. Romance. Miles and miles of pretty streets to do HHHN*. (Holding Hands Habang Naglalakad)

Unless, one is single and unloved as I am.

Eight Things I truly hate and abhor about Paris because I'm a loser singleton:

1. Couples making out in the plazas

Pwidi ba, get a room!

2. Lovers on La Rive Gauche (Left Bank)

Sarap itulak sa tubig eh.

3. Lovers on La Rive Droite (Right Bank)

Hoy tama na yan!

4. Lovers on the Iles (Seine Islands)

Sana may tsunami...

5. Lovers on the quais

Must everything come in pairs! Ako wala kayakap.

6. Lovers on the steps of Napoleon's tomb

Hoy, pwidi ba, I'm trying to eat my croque monsieur! Nilalanggam na ako sa ka-sweetan nyo. Shet.

7. Lovers at the Musee D'Orsay

Ako rin giniginaw, pa-cuddle naman.

8. Lovers on the Jardins du Trocadero

Pagkatapos mo, ako naman magpapakodak sa syota mo ha. Tsaka toy, umuwi ka na hinahanap ka na ng nanay mo.

Y aunque no quise el regreso, siempre se vuelve al primer amor*

Yesterday, I saw Almodovar's new film "Volver". Penelope Cruz speaking in her mother tongue is so sexy and Almodovar's camerawork makes passionate love with every curve of Penelope's beautiful body in this film. The sensations I felt were all the more heightened as I sat in the very front row mesmerised with Penelope's perfect decolletage projected on the 30 foot widescreen. (I didn't plan on sitting on the very front. We arrived just in time to a packed cinema because Natalie thought we should have a fish and chips dinner, and garlic breath, at Posh Fish before watching the film.)

I can't seem to find major fault in Almodovar's fluid storytelling, the subdued colouring that further draws attention to Cruz (especially when she is made to wear red frocks), the superb ensemble acting, the fact that this is a Spanish film and easy to digest for a Flipinoy like me...etc...etc. It's so close to Pinoy melodrama, but a very very good one and it supressed some of my homesickness.

I've had some interesting life experiences after watching a Penelope Cruz film. After viewing "Woman on Top" with someone I just started going out with, we had our first french kiss under a moonlit sky. That led to a rocky on-off-on again 'relationship' until she eventually dumped me. We've each moved on and the only baggage I carry is that wonderful memory of a first kiss, egged no doubt by that Penelope Cruz movie.

In fact, "Woman on Top" will forever stay in my memory, as a movie title and as a descriptive phrase, as long as my neurons are firing because that was the position assumed when I finally consented to be deflowered by this other girl who I thought was 'the one' (hindi pala siya). On hindsight, I now regret losing my innocence and purity at such a young age. My parents will not get a good dowry even if some girl will look past my indiscretions and love and deliver me to the altar because I'm already tainted.

Fast forward to the present. After the film, Natalie and I lingered in Jericho for coffee and I was thisclose to another near-Penelope Cruz experience experience. This beautiful girl walks in and eye flirted with me for 1/4 of a second. I can't possibly describe how pretty she is but here is a picture of my friend Natalie. The girl who swept me off my feet was 1.15 times prettier. I was about to leave Natalie on her own to talk to this new apple of my eye except for the minor fact that new girl's apparent boy friend arrived. I sulked. "What does he have that I don't? We're equally fugly!". "He's either got a big dick or very rich" Natalie assured me. (Natalie is still single by the way and the only way to her heart is through offerings of food and wine sent my way. And don't believe that bollocks Natalie posted on her blog that it's not her picture. She's being immodest. Cheeky bitch.)

Maybe I need to see Volver again. My luck must have run out.

And now for Music Reviews: I visited the library and got some CDs for this week's soundtrack.



Happenstance by Rachael Yamagata is an album, released last year, that I never heard of until today but was quickly drawn to because of the pretty cover. She won me over quickly with her alto voce and edgy jazz piano playing. The best part is her honest songwriting that speaks to me. I'm in love with her already. Pota pare, parang hango sa buhay ko yung mga awit nya. I can feels it talaga.

Incidentally, Natalie and I were in agreement that with the shift to music downloads, this generation is starting to miss out on a big part of the album listening experience - the album sleeve! I won't blabber about this too much but anyone my age (or older) knows the overpowering joy you got from discovering that the album you bought came with an 18-panel sleeve containing song lyrics, band art, photos, and useless trivia. I'm frigging sure everyone had this fantasy that they would somehow be mentioned in those lengthy acknowledgments on the last panel. Norah Jones thanks Nash for the inspiration. 'I couldn't have done this album without your love and inspiration babe'....O biba? Mailalagay mo ba yan sa iTunes? Shet.



There were hushed murmurs of the resurrection of classic rock just before the release of Wolfmother's eponymous debut album. Just when I was admiring my fugly countenance on a mirror trying out a slick Ozwald Boateng suit I couldn't afford but tried on anyway (window shopping ngarud!) wondering what's the point of growing my hair long when shampoo prices were going up, these guys started playing on an iPod commercial. I froze. Could it be true? Were they for real?

And now that I the library has lent me a copy I can say: Damn! These guys are the shit! They actually walked the talk and justified the hype. It's Led Zep, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Bowie, Pink Floyd, and 70s goodness rolled into one satisfying joint. Who would have thought that three colonials from Oz could come out of nowhere and release this year's best rock album? It's all killer no filler. And the best way to appreciate such a rare album is to play it on a boombox, ramp up the volume, and wake up the neighbours.

Don't you just hate it when you shell out hard earned money (made from selling those ginebra gin bottles you risked life and limb to collect fromt the foot of the kanto drunks) for an album to find out that there are only two good songs? The worst part is that the two good songs are separated by 10 crappy fillers and so the tape gets worn out from all the rewinding and fast forwarding. (I submit that downloading singles instead of whole albums has at least one advantage.)

I listened to the entire Wolfmother album in one go. When it was all over I lit one Cuban skinny cigar, took a puff, and poured myself a shot of tequila. They were that good.



I also borrowed Mkutano. Another Taj Mahal collaborative project, this time with Zanzibari musicians. There's a wicked reworking of the delta blues classic "Catfish Blues" with the oud and other traditional African instruments. Man, if I had the same finger dexterity as Taj Mahal, women wouldn't be needing sex toys.

*Though it was not what I wanted, first love makes one always come back again. From the Tango "Volver" by Alfredo Le Pera (trans: Coby Lubliner)

Y aunque no quise el regreso, siempre se vuelve al primer amor*

Yesterday, I saw Almodovar's new film "Volver". Penelope Cruz speaking in her mother tongue is so sexy and Almodovar's camerawork makes passionate love with every curve of Penelope's beautiful body in this film. The sensations I felt were all the more heightened as I sat in the very front row mesmerised with Penelope's perfect decolletage projected on the 30 foot widescreen. (I didn't plan on sitting on the very front. We arrived just in time to a packed cinema because Natalie thought we should have a fish and chips dinner, and garlic breath, at Posh Fish before watching the film.)

I can't seem to find major fault in Almodovar's fluid storytelling, the subdued colouring that further draws attention to Cruz (especially when she is made to wear red frocks), the superb ensemble acting, the fact that this is a Spanish film and easy to digest for a Flipinoy like me...etc...etc. It's so close to Pinoy melodrama, but a very very good one and it supressed some of my homesickness.

I've had some interesting life experiences after watching a Penelope Cruz film. After viewing "Woman on Top" with someone I just started going out with, we had our first french kiss under a moonlit sky. That led to a rocky on-off-on again 'relationship' until she eventually dumped me. We've each moved on and the only baggage I carry is that wonderful memory of a first kiss, egged no doubt by that Penelope Cruz movie.

In fact, "Woman on Top" will forever stay in my memory, as a movie title and as a descriptive phrase, as long as my neurons are firing because that was the position assumed when I finally consented to be deflowered by this other girl who I thought was 'the one' (hindi pala siya). On hindsight, I now regret losing my innocence and purity at such a young age. My parents will not get a good dowry even if some girl will look past my indiscretions and love and deliver me to the altar because I'm already tainted.

Fast forward to the present. After the film, Natalie and I lingered in Jericho for coffee and I was thisclose to another near-Penelope Cruz experience experience. This beautiful girl walks in and eye flirted with me for 1/4 of a second. I can't possibly describe how pretty she is but here is a picture of my friend Natalie. The girl who swept me off my feet was 1.15 times prettier. I was about to leave Natalie on her own to talk to this new apple of my eye except for the minor fact that new girl's apparent boy friend arrived. I sulked. "What does he have that I don't? We're equally fugly!". "He's either got a big dick or very rich" Natalie assured me. (Natalie is still single by the way and the only way to her heart is through offerings of food and wine sent my way. And don't believe that bollocks Natalie posted on her blog that it's not her picture. She's being immodest. Cheeky bitch.)

Maybe I need to see Volver again. My luck must have run out.

And now for Music Reviews: I visited the library and got some CDs for this week's soundtrack.



Happenstance by Rachael Yamagata is an album, released last year, that I never heard of until today but was quickly drawn to because of the pretty cover. She won me over quickly with her alto voce and edgy jazz piano playing. The best part is her honest songwriting that speaks to me. I'm in love with her already. Pota pare, parang hango sa buhay ko yung mga awit nya. I can feels it talaga.

Incidentally, Natalie and I were in agreement that with the shift to music downloads, this generation is starting to miss out on a big part of the album listening experience - the album sleeve! I won't blabber about this too much but anyone my age (or older) knows the overpowering joy you got from discovering that the album you bought came with an 18-panel sleeve containing song lyrics, band art, photos, and useless trivia. I'm frigging sure everyone had this fantasy that they would somehow be mentioned in those lengthy acknowledgments on the last panel. Norah Jones thanks Nash for the inspiration. 'I couldn't have done this album without your love and inspiration babe'....O biba? Mailalagay mo ba yan sa iTunes? Shet.



There were hushed murmurs of the resurrection of classic rock just before the release of Wolfmother's eponymous debut album. Just when I was admiring my fugly countenance on a mirror trying out a slick Ozwald Boateng suit I couldn't afford but tried on anyway (window shopping ngarud!) wondering what's the point of growing my hair long when shampoo prices were going up, these guys started playing on an iPod commercial. I froze. Could it be true? Were they for real?

And now that I the library has lent me a copy I can say: Damn! These guys are the shit! They actually walked the talk and justified the hype. It's Led Zep, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Bowie, Pink Floyd, and 70s goodness rolled into one satisfying joint. Who would have thought that three colonials from Oz could come out of nowhere and release this year's best rock album? It's all killer no filler. And the best way to appreciate such a rare album is to play it on a boombox, ramp up the volume, and wake up the neighbours.

Don't you just hate it when you shell out hard earned money (made from selling those ginebra gin bottles you risked life and limb to collect fromt the foot of the kanto drunks) for an album to find out that there are only two good songs? The worst part is that the two good songs are separated by 10 crappy fillers and so the tape gets worn out from all the rewinding and fast forwarding. (I submit that downloading singles instead of whole albums has at least one advantage.)

I listened to the entire Wolfmother album in one go. When it was all over I lit one Cuban skinny cigar, took a puff, and poured myself a shot of tequila. They were that good.



I also borrowed Mkutano. Another Taj Mahal collaborative project, this time with Zanzibari musicians. There's a wicked reworking of the delta blues classic "Catfish Blues" with the oud and other traditional African instruments. Man, if I had the same finger dexterity as Taj Mahal, women wouldn't be needing sex toys.

*Though it was not what I wanted, first love makes one always come back again. From the Tango "Volver" by Alfredo Le Pera (trans: Coby Lubliner)