Reciprocal Avenue 5

Imagine what a dose of tolerance will do to you. I need not to. I've been there.

Me and Hafeez stayed up 'till the wee hours of the morning (until 4:30 a.m. to be exact) eagerly working around the clock on a very Elbow-ish track, Hungry & Thirsty Diner. We decided to hit the sack as soon as we sense a writer's block coming up ahead. Collaborating with him has always been a smooth-sailing yet delicately complex modus operandi. Creative clashes are somewhat evident and spontaneaous but instantly resolved faster than you can say 'hogwash'. We were practically wasted for the rest of the morning but come noon, Jonsi has found his bow. He nailed it. We sectioned the song into 4 numericaly coded parts. Part 0 was the one that took us the longest to lay out. Hafeez's night-long twidlings with the Casio CTK-495 keyboard (Thanks E-Bub. We owe you one) finally paid off the morning after. After several trial and errors, the recorded version of Part 0 turned out to be a Sigur Rós-meets-Múm piece 'infested' with a dash of uninvited but much welcomed ambient soundscape that made us very ecstatic. With all the parts completed, everything else (i.e. bass lines, drum tracks) is laid to rest 'till our next meeting sometime soon perhaps. Gave him a copy of my under-progress, FruityLoops-generated piano ditty, InLove, MessedUp, Loveless. He might be able to finish it up.

After lunch, Izzat told me that I was required by Adam and co. to join them in their jam session at Mokh's (where else?) for the second time. Those guys are yet to be named. But since I'm being my nosy self, I took the liberty of naming them Reciprocal Avenue 5. Will inform them ASAP. Hopefully they like it. Not that I'm placing hopes but hey, if they refute, I'll have another possible moniker at my disposal then. After hooking them up, rigging the guitar, messing with the amp knobs and stuff, I left them with Izzat. Was'nt really concerned at first since Hafeez and me were discussing details on Hungry & Thirsty Diner in the other room. Sadly Mokh was'nt around. He could effortlessly give out useful pointers on how to enhance our recording technique. Heck, he may even volunteer to drum for the song. That would be an euphoric bliss. It's getting a bit repetitious and annoyingly redundant in the jam room since they're awfully new to this kind of music in terms of actually 'playing' it (it's EMO folks. Yes, they 'wanted' to play emo. Now you know why I chose Reciprocal Avenue 5?) although they're very well versed in the conceptual knowledge. So I decided to take a look but was 'forced' by Izzat and the band for a quick demo of what playing passionately looks and sounds like. As usual, being my unprepared self, everything was spontaneous. Strummed a few heart-wrenching chords and then it propelled into a blazing, distorted bombast galore ode to G-Sound Studios (the place where we started this whole 'acid trip'. Our place of girth) with the help of Izzat's a-beat-per-song thunder drumming that quite resembles the stuffs I did with Izham during a short stint with him months ago. Clocked around three and a half minutes. Sheer adrenaline rush. The others were speechless and seemed dumbfounded after that. If they hate it, nice. I'll have another song to work on then. Hehe.

Despite all that joyride, I can't get the thought out of my head that somehow Fuzzy's in deep shit. Let's pray that I'm wrong indefinitely. I felt somewhat 'guilty'. Much to it is because I'm afraid of not being there when needed. I don't want her to go lados each time shit happens. Hold up!! What the hell am I saying? Surely she's fine and well. Is she?