Hotel California. Earlier Hey Jude. (Originals
rather than re-mastered, as more often than not in Singapore.) All rather
strange drifting off into unfixed time & location without much awareness. One
or two other familiar tunes were not able to be named by a non-aficionado; the occasional bahasa of the same genre interspersed. Easy,
tolerable and a little touching.
This fare was solid bona fide kool in Jogja among these soft retro hippie kids, students in the main. This particular middle class need the lyric, the smoothness & yearning. Oh yeah! (The class element took some while to factor: lap-tops, smart-phones, labeled athletic shoes, stylized drabness.)
Black predominates, as if it were grunge on the sound system here, again a little disorienting. (As yet the author has not worn his new batik tee to the place. A real rebel, that is upcoming. For these kids, highly unkool; only dowdy old guys donned suchlike.)
Tattoos, piercing, beards absent. The tudong quite common, though lesser proportion. (And much the most alluring.)
Hand-crafted furniture. In Oz all the dark jati would be worth a small fortune. Laminex tops dotted here & there for the mix just right. Overhead exposed roof-tiling and atap in a number of places; stone pavers and worn concrete paths curving through the seating. The greenery of the tropics is unbeatable: a number of twisted tree trunks, over-hanging branches, creepers & vines restoring some of the forest and jungle. It is a great pity the birds have been excluded—the caged birds belong to the first generation out of the kampungs; not the hipsters following. (Mornings in the back corner a muffled rooster can be heard behind the fencing.)
A younger son mans the till evenings and the matriarch day-time. The designer however has still not been sighted. Guess is an elder child away in Jakarta, if not another more prominent architectural capital. Neither the mother nor the lad could have commissioned such design and arrangement. (Possibly the pair are more remote relatives entrusted with management.)
Waiters mostly in tees bearing the logo deliver the teas, coffees, juices, shakes & spiders. (Food is the lesser part of the trade; budgets tight for students. The prices are generally thought to be mahal: about double compared to the warung teas and the fried nasi x 3.) Absence of female waiters hinting at conservative Islam.
Point being completely dry. Not a drop of alcohol anywhere. Soda pop, shakes & cokes like in Gidget and The Patty Duke Show 60yrs ago. (Reminder: Prohibition and the Rechabite movement was only 30yrs before that.)
When Alice was in town earlier in the year, after a quart hour at the Semesta table she remarked on the phenomenon.
This fare was solid bona fide kool in Jogja among these soft retro hippie kids, students in the main. This particular middle class need the lyric, the smoothness & yearning. Oh yeah! (The class element took some while to factor: lap-tops, smart-phones, labeled athletic shoes, stylized drabness.)
Black predominates, as if it were grunge on the sound system here, again a little disorienting. (As yet the author has not worn his new batik tee to the place. A real rebel, that is upcoming. For these kids, highly unkool; only dowdy old guys donned suchlike.)
Tattoos, piercing, beards absent. The tudong quite common, though lesser proportion. (And much the most alluring.)
Hand-crafted furniture. In Oz all the dark jati would be worth a small fortune. Laminex tops dotted here & there for the mix just right. Overhead exposed roof-tiling and atap in a number of places; stone pavers and worn concrete paths curving through the seating. The greenery of the tropics is unbeatable: a number of twisted tree trunks, over-hanging branches, creepers & vines restoring some of the forest and jungle. It is a great pity the birds have been excluded—the caged birds belong to the first generation out of the kampungs; not the hipsters following. (Mornings in the back corner a muffled rooster can be heard behind the fencing.)
A younger son mans the till evenings and the matriarch day-time. The designer however has still not been sighted. Guess is an elder child away in Jakarta, if not another more prominent architectural capital. Neither the mother nor the lad could have commissioned such design and arrangement. (Possibly the pair are more remote relatives entrusted with management.)
Waiters mostly in tees bearing the logo deliver the teas, coffees, juices, shakes & spiders. (Food is the lesser part of the trade; budgets tight for students. The prices are generally thought to be mahal: about double compared to the warung teas and the fried nasi x 3.) Absence of female waiters hinting at conservative Islam.
Point being completely dry. Not a drop of alcohol anywhere. Soda pop, shakes & cokes like in Gidget and The Patty Duke Show 60yrs ago. (Reminder: Prohibition and the Rechabite movement was only 30yrs before that.)
When Alice was in town earlier in the year, after a quart hour at the Semesta table she remarked on the phenomenon.
If there was nothing else of value in Islam the
stricture against alcohol has to be marked as inestimable benefit.
Could the same geniality, the same ease and calm remain with alcohol introduced among this youth?
Faris the Arizonan convert was perfectly correct: Western viewpoint often slips into the presumption that the absence of alcohol is a limiting curb and restraint upon a community. The old freedom gambit manipulated by biz.
Could the same geniality, the same ease and calm remain with alcohol introduced among this youth?
Faris the Arizonan convert was perfectly correct: Western viewpoint often slips into the presumption that the absence of alcohol is a limiting curb and restraint upon a community. The old freedom gambit manipulated by biz.
Sited at Kota Bahru, Old Town, near the
Catholic encampment on the rise from the river, where the becak drivers needed to dismount.
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