3 - 2010 | I am Danny Foo

Welcome home, Zee.

Last night was a concert by Zee Avi. And I know, I know, you may be asking; who is she? Well, trust me. My Dad could give the most random of answers when I told him I was going for her concert.

Zee Ar Vee? (CRV)

He was joking. But I do know, he’d definitely enjoy her music because he likes the blues and jazz too. I went to watch the concert with Ariel and we were a bit kiasu. Reached the KL Life Centre by 6pm. And already, some people were lining up. No surprise, huh.

Here’s a pictorial experience of the concert. 🙂

Guy walks away with prize - stewardess not included

Zee Avi giving the crowd their favourite - ukulele

Zee Avi gives her Dad the Gold Label award she won

And that was what the concert was like. What? Not feeling it? Okay, fine. Here’s a YouTube video for the less imaginative.

P.S.: Did you catch the blooper at the end of the video? 😉

The crowd was pretty decent. The main hall was filled while some strayed further to the sides so they could stand on higher ground to catch a glimpse of Zee Avi. The upper deck looked full with everyone sitting on benches you find in a basketball arena.

There was also a VIP area. And Ariel told me she saw Marina Mahathir too. When I turned to look, she was there with her daughter and husband. Then, I also noticed none other than Mr.Tony seated on the sofas.

Security was very well managed by Fat Boyz. Not only were you frisked for any weapons but while leaving, I noticed many DSLR handlers had to claim their batteries back at a table. Good try people.

During the concert, JessicaT was also asked by a security near the stage to handover her camera. However, she flashed the guy her crew tag and was left alone after that. Though there was 1 girl who managed to smuggle her camera in, as she pushed people aside to come center front – where I was standing.

Besides that, the performance was superb. Me and Ariel really love artistes who sound like themselves in real life compared to CDs. To me, that’s true talent and being yourself.

I was so impressed with Zee Avi, I bought her original CD as my support to her. I love her voice, her music and her personality. Definitely looking forward to the next album or when she’s down again.

If you didn’t know, Zee Avi was picked up by the record label; Monotone/Brushfire Records and is now in US. Her next tour stop is Australia.

But if you want to catch this petite artiste before that, she’ll be at a Meet and Greet session at Rock Corner, Gardens on Tuesday, 8pm. Though I think pre-requisite was you need to have her CD.

Oh, I’ve got but 1 dissatisfaction. The big momma standing beside me with her daughter was drowning me with her perfume. It was musky and strong. *blech*

Anyway, welcome home, Zee.

Zee Avi Live in Kuala Lumpur at KL Life Centre

I just got back from the Zee Avi concert after having to satisfy my temperament hunger. It was pure sultry sounds and she was simply awesome. I’ll leave you with a teaser for now.

Coming up are more photos during the performance. And some videos of her and the Malaysian crowd giving their full support by singing along. It was excellent I tell you.

Thank God I’m not a football-holic. 😛

The full concert coverage with photos and videos has been published; welcome home, Zee.

St Patrick’s Day with Guinness at Central Park Avenue, 1Utama

This was my first St Patrick’s Day celebration. The only other time I’ve heard of the event was from friends telling me how they were rolling about crazily in a zorb ball and downing Guinness with others.

And it really seemed St Patrick’s Day was an event you’re most likely to bump into friends and make more friends. Plus, the ladies at the event were hot! Whoever said there weren’t any hot chics who didn’t drink Guinness. 😛

Some new stage performances I heard was from Damage Hamster and another before Love Me Butch came on. I was still having the flu, so I left before Love Me Butch appeared. But I bet everyone who was still sitting under the drizzle were having an awesome time with their draft.

Okay, enough jibber-jabber. Here are the selected shots of the event. Click for larger version.

At the event, I also met my collegemate Veron. Told you it’s easy to bump into old friends there. 🙂

If it weren’t for the flu, I’d definitely wanted to grab a bite from one of the stores at the food garden. There was just so much to taste. And all I could do was smell ’em. Damn sore throat.

Oh well, I guess it’s better luck next year. So here I end my celebration of St Patrick’s Day at Central Park Avenue, 1Utama with the fireworks video.

p.s.: Shot using my ol iPhone 2G. So don’t expect HD material. 😛

Right Now

I’m doing nothing but looking at photographers portfolios. Absorbing and observing the details, colors, mood, model, posture, curves, lighting and everything which creates a simply beautiful photo. Lovely! 🙂

Okay. I won’t leave you out. Here’s one of them I’ve bookmarked.

She’s a Polish photographer; Katarzyna Napiorkowska. Her portraiture and fashion is mesmerizing.

Money is Depression

If I was ever diagnosed with depression, one of its causes would be money. Yes, I blame the currency for what it’s worth to force a person into a depression. Not only in mind, but in heart. It weakens my mental state horrendously and creates an unstable rhythm of my pulsing heart.

It’s not that I can’t save. It’s not that I don’t have money. But the sheer topic of discussion when you need more of it, is simply depressing. More so, when you can’t vent it out and scream.

I don’t have enough money! Damnit!

And I really treasure the moments when I either don’t have to think about it, or worry about it. Maybe it’s my laid back nature. I don’t want to have to stress over something so trivial. I want to live a happy life without worry and depression.

Alas, money can never leave anyone alone. Its value is too high and over appreciated today. Everyone with little money and too much money suffer depression. If not every second, every day in their life they’ll cross upon a moment they think of money.

Money is too commercial. Its used for nearly anything.

Sigh. Money is depression.