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Yeah, so the title is from a song by The Bluetones. Nothing much to do with the content of this post, actually, because my driving skills still suck - but I do have to learn to stop worrying and becoming very nervous when I have an unfinished business or if something doesn't run according to the schedule in my head.

And I remember reading about a member of Feeder committing suicide. He called his friends before he took his own life, but the singer didn't pick up the call because he didn't recognize the number. He regretted it afterwards. And I became worried easily for a while. I always picked up calls even during night time or returned missed calls even when I didn't know the number. I've got over that, thankfully.

Well.

Talking about The Bluetones, I adore them for their cockroach-like existence. Probably they're the last survivors of Britpop... or not really, with Cast having a reunion. But really, tipping the hat is due for a band who's survived more than 15 years without any change in personnel.

And to relive the old times, I secured tickets for a combo gig by Ian Brown and Kula Shaker in Jakarta early next month. It would be great, watching another hero of my teenagehood - I watched Peter Hook of Joy Division and NewOrder last year (DJing, anyway) and it felt like... like... meeting a god.

I have also booked tickets for The Rapture in Bengkel on July 30. I'm still considering going to Belle & Sebastian gig, also in Bengkel, on July 4, but it'll kind of bleed my wallet dry.

Otherwise life is good. There are things to worry, yes - but not of the kinds that could, and should, wreck my nerves.

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