I think I would have lost quite a bit of data, although back-ups were done, a minimum of 2-3 weeks of data is surely gone.
Furthermore, my email PST files I believe were saved locally.
It was working fine in Kuala Lumpur until Saturday afternoon. But when I turned it on in Miri on Sunday, it was kaput.
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast
And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her
And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
Thomas Alan Waits (born 7 December 1949) is an American singer-songwriter, composer, and actor. Waits has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car." With this trademark growl, his incorporation of pre-rock styles such as blues, jazz, and vaudeville, and experimental tendencies verging on industrial music, Waits has built up a distinctive musical persona.
B commented, He has a way of reaching in to my scrawny rib-cage with his dirty, motor-oil stained fist, wrapping it around my heart, yanking it out, shaking it in front of my gawking eyes, splattering me with my own blood and screaming at me " THIS IS YOU, THIS IS YOU B, TAKE A LONG, LONG HARD LOOK...THIS IS YOU."
I have now listened to 6 of Tom Wait albums and concur, Waits has a way of reaching into my soul, my heart, my mind - all in a good way, allowing me to take a good long look at myself and allowing me to move on.
In all seriousness, it's the piano that's been drinking, not me although I do need a drink soon!
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast
And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her
And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired
'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
Thomas Alan Waits (born 7 December 1949) is an American singer-songwriter, composer, and actor. Waits has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car." With this trademark growl, his incorporation of pre-rock styles such as blues, jazz, and vaudeville, and experimental tendencies verging on industrial music, Waits has built up a distinctive musical persona.
B commented, He has a way of reaching in to my scrawny rib-cage with his dirty, motor-oil stained fist, wrapping it around my heart, yanking it out, shaking it in front of my gawking eyes, splattering me with my own blood and screaming at me " THIS IS YOU, THIS IS YOU B, TAKE A LONG, LONG HARD LOOK...THIS IS YOU."
I have now listened to 6 of Tom Wait albums and concur, Waits has a way of reaching into my soul, my heart, my mind - all in a good way, allowing me to take a good long look at myself and allowing me to move on.
In all seriousness, it's the piano that's been drinking, not me although I do need a drink soon!
Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!
Take care and be well.
2 comments:
I like this Tom Waits too...Don't know why, but his music is soothing to my ears. Cheers.
He is uber cool and mellow with a grungy voice.
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