I know. I know. Bamboo on the cover for a magazine that was conceptualized to support the indie music scene.
well. you see, it was the first issue and we thought which band would sell the magazine. it was a long (and kinda bloody) debate. since we commemorated the great lokal 90s bands - i wanted to another band to be on the cover.
logic dictated we put a band that had a sure following and would entice readers to buy. hence bamboo. maybe just putting them on the cover was enough and all we had to do after is wait for the buyers to flock to our doorstep.
well. i guess you could just imagine where we are now a year after.
whatever revolution the Republik wanted to instigate never happened. and i am a year older. wiser (perhaps) and way poooooooooorer.
and of course, i lost some friends in the process. friends i've known for like most of my growing years.
aherm. so all good things must come to an end i think. and maybe if i look far enough - ignoring the debris, the casualties and all the mess i've created to create this wilted, dead Republik; maybe i'll come to see the light and realise that all bad things must come to an end as well.
