Lessons learnt...

I went to catch Mogwai at the Esplanade last night with Yeeyong, Alvin, Fuzz, Bryan and almost the entire Singapore indie scene and half of the KL indie scene. Was hanging out with Marvin at Pearl’s Centre (the CD shop stocks the harder-to-find shit at a low price. I rikesss…), waiting for Mervin to pick us up. While walking over to his car, I misplaced my footing and twisted my ankle. So, I was pretty much in pain during the show. The concert was pretty decent… and well, loud. At least, I can say I’ve watched Mogwai live before. Good to see Billy, Grace and Jason Siau after such a while.

After the show, Marv, Merv and I went to Harry’s for the obligatory post-gig beer. Jesseca (Not sure if I got the spelling right), Tim and their friend Sage joined us as well, followed by Dionne.

Lesson learnt #1: 3 pints of Kilkenny can’t numb the pain of a sprained ankle.

Max was there last night as well. He gave me a sheepish grin as he mentioned his newly secured (yes, that’s the new term) girlfriend, showing me a photo of her with his dog on his mobile phone. And that’s when an epiphany hit me.

Lesson learnt #2: When you want to do some recording with Max and especially when he’s pumped up for it, do it FAST. And I mean, really FAST. So, him getting a new girl means the Novak project is on indefinite hold once again. There's only 3 guys I know who are huge fans of Bernard Butler. Yes, especially the pussy (read: whiny, love-lorn acoustic) stuff: me, Max and Billy. Ah well.