Thanks to everyone who came to our biggest meetup yet on Saturday! Please find the slides I presented embedded below.
I visited one of the best attractions in the city today. Entering the KL Bird Park, you can walk among flamingos, peacocks, parrots and storks…
This guy was trying to find some hidden snacks…
A few other friends I met there…
I got to be part of a very cool project this winter as Johann invited me to join a band he put together for a series of David Bowie tribute shows. We performed together with two other bands on two different nights in two separate venues!
One of the coolest parts about this project for me was that I was playing bass instead of guitar. They needed a bass player so there ya go. Play bass, mate? Yer in the band.
No recordings from the shows themselves, but I did make this tape of our final rehearsal.
We spent the New Year holiday hanging out with Johann and Hazel, proprietors of the Gaslight Café, and good friend Shahid, one of the many musicians who call the Gaslight home.
This has been my go-to place for the last year. I’ve seen many perform here, and I’ve even been on stage myself. It’s a wonderful community, and if you should ever find yourself in Kuala Lumpur, it’s worth checking their calendar to see if you can catch a show.
There’s been a lot going on recently! Continue reading Fall Happenings
For my birthday, I took a train to the north of the city to visit the Batu Caves.
The first few months have slid by as I’ve gotten used to my new surroundings. Continue reading Settling in
After nine years in New York City, a period in which my wife earned her Bachelor’s degree and became an American citizen, we’re on the move again. Determined to keep the dual-continent lifestyle, we’ve uprooted our lives for the second time in a return to Asia that is not “forever”, but “for now”.
Leaving was not easy, but it went nearly as smoothly as possible. I could have done a better job of last-minute preparations in the final week (when X had already departed), and I am deeply indebted to Piers calling me on my last day in town and inviting himself over to help out. “Bory,” he said upon walking into my apartment. “You are not ready to leave!” This was about two hours before my car to the airport would arrive. Continue reading Farewell, New York: Back to Asia