Daejeon James

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Drum Line (Precious Style) NEW VIDEO!!

I had a lot of things to do today so I didn't think I was going to be able to live up to my word about the photos. But luckily a little kid drum brigade was parading around my apartment this morning. So I only had to take a few steps out to capture some precious souls banging their hearts away. Korean children are absolutely adorable. In my opinion...cuter than white kids.

So here they are: I took a short video of them. They're actually on the beat. Impressive! See JimmyY's Video Store.


Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Photo Reviatalization

I would like to apologize for the poor effort on my part in taking new photos. I'm in a bit of a slump I guess. Whereas the first few months were full of excitement and every place I went to was camera worthy, I've settled down into a comfortable nest where things are now familiar to me. Since partying with my new group of foriegn friends I haven't found the inspiration to take new and "exciting" photos. But maybe I'm missing out. Maybe I shouldn't take anything/any time for granted while I'm here. So in the future a stronger effort is going to be made. Starting tommorow.

Colin is supposed to be back by now, but he's not. Mr. Hwang the director is starting to freak out. Whatever, he'll be back. I don't know why he's so worried. Colin always pulls through. Unless his plane crashed. But thats too morbid to think of. I'm excited that he'll be back to keep me company. Hopefully I can remember how to handle his quirky and sometimes annoying habits. It will be nice to have someone to talk other than myself in the apartment.


Monday, September 25, 2006

The Painted House

I'm currently reading the historical fiction called "The Painted House" by John Grisham. I read "The Bretheren" by the same author right before and am finding the "Painted House" to be addictive in a different way. Most of Grisham's books are somewhat unrealistic in their premise but this book takes a refreshing turn away from law. Its about the everyday happenings of life on a cotton farm in the 1950s (ironically during the Korean War) through the eyes of a 7 year old farm boy. It starts off a little slow but there's something there at the end of each chapter that continues to draw you in. I'm about half way through now and there are so many side plots which keep popping up and leaves you on the edge of your seat. Definitely more exciting than I anticipated. A pleasant read. Check it out.

On a life-note. Daejeon becomes more exciting as the weeks/months go by. There isn't a weekend that goes by where I don't meet someone new. Last Friday Doctor Choi decided to come down to Bobo to support me. I was blessed to have him there for support. He was pleasantly drunk and singing along to "Let it Be"...it was a video moment which my mind will never discard. I'm recieving offers from Korean friends left right and center to go for dinners with their girlfriends and themselves...and a 4th party member. I don't know if I'm up for the set up.


Wednesday, September 20, 2006


I'm at the point now where I don't care that people stare at me on the streets. Its mostly elderly people who inadvertantly make it uncomfortable for me to walk by them. Their gawking is beyond obvious and at first really pissed me off. But now I'm in the F-it mentality. If I recieve a blatent stare I now return it with an equally awkward gaze. Children are another story...cause if you stare back at them they'll become even more intrigued and start talking to their parents in Hangul right in front of you which makes it extrememly uncomfortable. So I always ignore the stares from the kiddies. People around my age are like "whatever"..foreigner. So there's no problem there.

Another quick observation about society here. Similar to North American men ...and I'm positive about men around the world...its not uncommon for Korean men to cheat on their wives and to have multiple girlfriends over the course of their marriage. Yet divorce rates are clearly lower here than back home. It may be a 1950s syndrome where women are still subjected to the whims of their husbands...or maybe they don't have private investigators and shows like "Cheaters" like back home.


Sunday, September 17, 2006


Saturday, September 16, 2006


Friday, September 15, 2006


I am quite independent and find I thrive in this state. Today has exeplified a typical day off for me. Never short of welcomed random occurances. I woke up and went to the gym to put in my daily workout. Seung Yong, one of my favorite trainers, walked into the centre decked out in everything CHICAGO today. Quite humorous actually. He was wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball uniform with a Chicago White Socks cap and Chicago Bulls tear away pants. "I like it" he said to me as he displayed an enthusiatic thumbs up.

Afterwards I went to the underground mall which spans who knows how many km under the city...but you can literally get lost in it. I went to a really cool store that sells great looking cardigan hoodies with wood buttons. Kind of like the Korean Abercrombie...but cheaper price wise. Along side the sweater I purchased a pair of cargo pants which were strangely too long for me. This perplexed me seeing as I'm usually the tallest person around. So the clerk guy took the pants over to a tailors to get them hemmed. They were finished in 45 minutes no problem.

Upon walking back from the mall I came across a cupboard like music repair shop. I was intrigued but also realized I needed new strings and some new pics. They had both: perfect. AFter my purchase the owner of the shop invited me to the back where he and his two buddies...all in their mid sixties at least...were hitting the mackoli (Korean grape wine like alcoholic mix) So they poured me a glass and I indulged in some kimchi trying to communicate with what little Korean I know. After 3 glasses I was warm inside and decided to go buy some new shoes on a "whim". Luckily, however as I entered the department store near my house I ran into a foreigner friend of mine named Lori (from Scotland). She was with a married couple from Minnesota...a great group of people I must say. I tagged along with them to go see a movie but there was a 2.5 hour wait for the one we decided on so we scrapped it and went to get some HOlly's Coffee instead. Zack was a cool guy and his wife (I forget her name) was quite outgoing and funny so it was great conversation and great coffee. It sobered me right up.

Now I'm sitting here resting before the performance tonight at Bobos. I hope it doesn't rain.


Thursday, September 14, 2006

Gym Diaries

Dear Gym Diary

There's a little humpbacked old man who works at the sportcentre who greets me with a toothless grin and a big "Hi" every time I see him. He talks with a raspy voice and never seems to be unhappy. He's the men lockeroom keeper making sure the showers are all sprayed down and the sauna is at the proper 100 degrees. He cleans the sportscentre uniforms and towels as well. I've seen him at many different times in the day and I have to say I envy his job.

About 50% of the time I'm positive he's topless running around the shower area with a hose chatting it up with the clients. His cackle can be heard from the front desk area but it always makes me smile. Today he decided to start spraying some of the men he knew with the hose...It was a priceless scene where little quasi modo was in control dousing 4 naked middle aged, probably wealthy, men while he cackled louder than I've ever heard. I'm hoping one day I'll be privileged enough to be soaked by the endearing gremlin.


Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Calmed Down

After my angry day yesterday I've calmed down and am rather content right now. I've had a lot of inspiration to write lately. Not from any person ...but rather my whole experience in Korea. I feel free here..I can express myself anyway I want..especially in my music. Most of my audience doesn't understand my lyrics so I can be really creative with them.

I'm playing again on Friday at Bobos and I feel much more confident than last week. I've been practising every time I've had time off from work. My fingers are callaced over nicely and my creative enegry is at the top of its game.

I wrote a song this week. Just about how a girl/guy feels when she/her first meets someone she/he has a crush on. I'm going to debut it on Friday. I'm lucky that Bobo's has allowed me to play my original stuff...which is 90% of my repetoire. I'm not bothered by requests or expectations. Its just me and MY music. I love it

The Song's called:

"Willy Wonka"

Sensual smiles
Addictive lips
Begging Kisses
and Timeless bliss

Pull me closer
Into this tug of war
I'd gladly give up
Don't walk out that door

I can be your candy
Like a chocolate bar or a lollipop
Tell me what you want
I can be your candy
Like a sugarpop or some M&Ms
tell me when you want them

I'll be your Willy Wonka
Step into my candy shop
I'll be your Willy Wonka
Step into this candy shop

Falling from blue skies
Landing on your cloud
MY Heart is pounding
Trying to stay off the ground

Blowing in circles
My mind's out of control
You've got me twisted
Touching your lips would make me whole.

copyright--James Young 2006


Monday, September 11, 2006


Its been sad watching TV today because of all the coverage about the 9/11 half-decade anniversary. Religion. WTF? "Freedom Fighters" aka terrorists are threatening more attacks if Americans and the "free world" don't convert to the muslim faith. I think they're stuck in the past man. Christians did the same thing five hundred years ago to "pagans". Is their religion so stuck in the past that they haven't evolved along side liberalism? I'm fucking angry right now. I'm angry that innocent people suffer because of other people's doings.

This is where I'm going to get really dark and twisted. So if you don't want your perception of me to change then stop reading now...Seriously.

I'm not going to say these out of racist rage. I'm not racist. But I'm prejudiced against the pieces of shit that go out of their way to make other people's lives hell for the sake of their religion. I sometimes daydream about capturing Al Qaeda members and all other lying politicians/capitalists in the free world and torturing them in a dark basement. To make them suffer for all the poverty, death, despair, murder, heartache, rape, and ills they have created in this world. Because of the bickering and drama of a couple hundred rich men we suffer. My life is MY life. Don't FUCK WITH IT. Stop FUCKING with our lives. WE DON'T FUCKING KNOW YOU.

I would line them up pound each of their faces until they were in a bloody pulp. I wouldn't stop until the bone ripped through them flesh on my knuckles. Pure animal rage in response to the animal like activities they partake with each other. Fighting...territory. We are nothing but animals...so why not act like them. I'd cut the skin from their bones and cut out their voice boxes so they couldn't express the pain the felt. Then of course I'd maim them. This may bring some justice to the innocence they have raped over the last 20 years. Of course I haven't been directly affected by these men, but they've hurt my worldly brothers and sisters. And who knows when I or anyone of my friends or family will be next.

What the hell is wrong with the human race? I can see how war starts. From a simpleton comes so much anger...case in point?...this blog.

Saturday, September 09, 2006


Is the word of the night. I can't believed I mustered up the courage to play in front of people I don't even know. How exhilerating. I strangely felt eeriely comfortable sitting surrounded by candles and a dim light which showered my music. I figure people will either love my music or dislike it. I think the former occurred. I felt on top of the world. I felt like I could die with no regrets after tonight. The pinnacle of my musical pastime. I felt embarrassed at the claping during and after the songs...but it was contagious. The reception was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. Better than any weed I've ever smoked. Jae Woo, the owner of Bobo Bar, is buying a microphone this week just for ME! I'm sitting here finishing a delicious walnut ice ceam bar and I feel like I'm in heavan.


Thursday, September 07, 2006

James Young

This will be my stage name. I think its goon enough not to change. There's an intimate bar downtown named Bobos which I recently came across and enjoyed. The atmosphere is very layed back and relaxed and they serve the most delicious beer (Hoegaarden) which is difficult to find elsewhere in the city. Last night I found myself with nothing to do so I went to Bobos for a Hoegaarden. The owner is a pretty young guy maybe 27, and he knew a bit of English. I told him how cool the bar was and that I really enjoyed the music they played.

After 1/2 hour conversation we had made a deal for me to come play on Friday nights. Sweet. I realized on my way home that I hadn't practised seriously for a couple months. How are my fingers going to hold up during a set? I've been trying to callace them all day by practising and burning them. So tommorow night. Its exciting. He offered to pay me, but knowing my ability is not stellar I spared him the robbery.


Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Gym Diaries

The gym has treated me well lately. I've kept to myself for the most part. There is a highly unattractive female who is persistant in her attempts to practise her English with me, but I can usually avoid her by choosing the machines which face the wall. However, when she decides its time to start studying its usually when I'm 3/4 the way through my third set and she F-ing ruins my concentration and rhythm. I don't understnad why people go to the gym to socialize. Its not a team sport, its not a night club, everyone is sweaty and trying to focus on their own bodies...

There's an old man who asks me everytime to run beside him on the treadmill and every F-ing time I have to explain that I'm working on my chest or back. After telling him to back off politely he usually asks if I want to bike beside him. I don't like talking to anyone at the gym. I'll give my greetings to the respected trainers and Mr. X, because they understand the true etiquette of the gym. I don't go to the gym to work out my voice box or my brain. Its a time when I just want to be dumbed down and block out everything around me.


Sunday, September 03, 2006

Expo 93

If you've ever seen that Simpsons episode where Bart goes on a road trip with Nelson, Milhouse, and the other kid then you'll have some idea of what Expo Park is like. Its a graveyard of old rollercoasters, architecural mishaps, and concrete. I'm sure 13 years ago it was worth going to visit, but today the buildings house shows where trained monkeys are dressed like school children mimicing life in the classroom. (not joking)

I went back to take some pictures because the first time I went I didn't bring my camera. But of course upon my return the sign notified all passersby that Expo sucks and will be closed for the next month. So here are some shots from outside the gates. I'll get some photos from inside in about a month.

We tied our first soccer game today. Its the first game we haven't lost. The second game was a blow out. I think the smoke breaks inbetween games is hurting us. About half the team smokes...I don't get it. Its like running on the treadmill for an hour then rushing out to McDonalds and asking them for a cup of their used french fry oil. But whatever..we have our uniforms and we look pimp.


Saturday, September 02, 2006

Joke Time

The delivery of the punch line is priceless. My kids' parents pay me do exploit them in the art of jokery.

See JimmyY's Video Store for all the hilarity.