The Great Western & Begin (From LiveJournal)

Far away from those days when I back home with a new album and wrote down all I could feel from the music, thus to tell the truth, sometimes I really have no alternative when I am facing all those "disc mountain", and failed again to find one disc out of ten thousand or more, and to verify which one I've listened to, and which on have not.

However, there was one album went into my life yesterday when I was boring waiting for my friends, and this ablum brings me back to memories, make me really wanna write all these kinds of feeling down, to remember this moment. This album is delicated to James Dean Bradfield, which is quite a familiar name though I could not really remember who he was until some memories caught me up. That was in 1995, before the US tour, the brilliant guitar player of the fantastic Wales band Manic Street Preachers just disappear from then after checked out from the hotel, with no one knows where he is right now, this might be one of the biggest event in Britpop History.

Back to James, he is just the vocal of the band called Manic Street Preachers, and about this so-called solo album , has nothing to do with those relationships, or having his own music ideas to be realized like Thom Yorke from Radiohead, it is just because he is damn boring, just like this.

Quite confused why I'm here, from the first moment I thought about here, from the idea of creating a English-writing blog to the idea of moving my blog, maybe I'm just too boring to survive. Anyway, the same words, here I am, and may I say, from now on, I've settled down.

Thanks for being here, all of you