About Redfield

Volcano tempered woman. Believes in Fus Roh Da, Hook Blades and flashlights. Loves expensive movies, junk food, and video games. Looking forward to The Hobbit movie and a zombie apocalypse.

Procul o procul este profani!

Ave you beautiful people!

It’s been a while because I was dragged to R’lyeh and held kept as housewife for Cthulhu. That’s the only lucid explanation I have, the real story is far more disturbing and I honestly don’t want to talk about it again.

It was just slightly amazing when I was diving through all my unread e-mails telling me that I wouldn’t answer the phone.

How am I supposed to answer the phone when I am not even close to it? What do you fuckers think? That I am sitting at home waiting for trhe phone to ring so I can ignore it? I know some dipshits, it never cease to amaze me!

Anyways, I am really pleased with how everything goes. I will be a part of my music schools Christmas concert in December and play a piece from Ferdinando Carulli on my brand new Yamaha C40M (it’s a “beginners” model, but the sound is fantastic), met some great people and their dogs (it’s a pleasure to spend time with them), and had a great time with the girls in Rome (“That would be far more interesting if Ezio was climbing up that building…”)

Back from the abyss, looking marvellous, ha, fuck you, motherfuckers!

And between all these things I have some That Guy issues. That Guy… that actually means there is someone I have a huge crush on (and vice versa), but unfortunately he works in a store close by, so my windage is limited to the checkout.

Which also means that danger is all around me, when I do my errands there.

I have to avoid all lady bits errands – it disturbs me that he could actually have a detailed picture of my vagina in his head judged by the tampons I buy.

Unfortunately this guy lowers my conversation skills to caveman mode – a dagger thrust for that little glimpse of hope I dare to have when it’s about getting to know him.

My friend Jessica noticed my affection when we bought special offer vino in said store when I was moaning about the fact that reincarnating as a mermaid would be my worst nightmare. That Guy was there, he was smiling like an idiot, I was smiling like a retarded chicken.

She cannot understand my hesitation when it comes about hitting on him (because I could buy my sanitary protection somewhere else, I guess) Let me tell you: It ain’t easy when your vocabulary is limited to “Have a nice day!” and “Receipt please!”

Last time I saw him I had my little bro (10) with me, who was babbling without any breaks. That Guy was laughing about our conversation and flirted with me in a delicate way. My brother later told me, that That Guy has an enormous crush on me, he could tell because he noticed that special look.

He also said that I would not have any chance with That Guy because he is way younger than me (I am 29 and he is about 25…)

“You are too old!”, he said with a darkly triumphant.

“I look way younger than I am!”, I replied and asked his friend Big D (10) how old he thinks I am.

Big D was looking at me in a very serious way and than he replied: “Hmmmm…. Don’t know, maybe 34?!?!?!?!”

After my friends keep annoying me and even my brother’s friends started trolling me I pulled myself together and manned up and went there to get the facts straights. I told myself that I am a wild boar, that I am unstoppable, a titan, a raging wild boar titan.

I went out with a bag of cough candy.

I have not seen him since ages. The lesson I learnt is that hesitation is a bitch. Even if you just want to buy sanitary pads.

At least I am back to sit at home ignoring phone calls from people who can kiss my ass.

That totally frees my mind right now

Crush my heart into embers

Ave everyone,

So it has come to this. After I had successfully avoided everything London related (ex-boyfriend issues) in the past few months I started playing Mass Effect 3 and oh the surprise…

The last battle takes place in the shades of Big Ben, yay, oh yay! Add salt to my wounds, you stupid fags!

So basically every fucking Reaper that came into my way had the face of my stupid ex-boyfriend. The result? Headshot combobreaker.

But she… oh she…

Commander Shepard makes me seriously question my sexuality.

And this is basically an announcement for the next deep and ambitious entry Fifty Shades of WTF?! coming as soon as my blood pressure is back to normal and the galaxy safe from harm.

Between the dying and me

Hail to you beautiful people!

I have been flowing within a wonderful current until my arm start aching again.
Medical outcome: Tendinitis / Carpal Tunnel Syndrom

A G A I N ! !

It’s the third time this year that I am suffering from that shit! I can neither play guitar right now, nor gaming, nor working on my novel, nor going to the gym, nor whatsoever I do in my free time (not to mention my military career).

My doctor mentioned that I might have a chronic problem here – on the left arm. I am f*cking right-handed. So why does this bullsh*t always hit me on the left?

You can imagine that my mood is below America on a scale between Zero to Ten. My friend Jessica dared to surprise me with this:

“Alduin” Plaster! Yay! That honestly made my day!

But nonetheless it seems that I have to be operated on my wrist. Double yay. I could live without it.
But at least I have a nice royal blue bandage this time.

How to say no

Ave you beautiful people!

Today was one of those bless-the-oh-so-great-Lord-Vosges-Whitebeam-days – I had an appointment with bank manager. I dearly despise those appointments with all my heart, since my bank always tries to sell me buildings loan contracts and other funny stuff like an increase of my overdraft – yeah, sod you, you bank people! You and your mathematical miracle-calculations when it comes to interest charging (I almost operated a decade in red).
Anyway – I created a bank book back then to have money for my mega-ambitious United Fucking Kingdom relocating project. Which miserably failed due to circumstances. I changed everything into a super awesome Ukraine relocating project which A L S O failed due to other circumstances.

Today – in a nutshell – I finally had the possibility to terminate that darn bank book, but was a little scared that they might talk me into investing that money in parcel of land somewhere in Syria.

Yes, that has been bugging me ever since. My bank manager always reposed in his leather armchair throne, while I had to kneel on a wooden bench, not knowing if I will have to dance and sing or juggling with six eggs in the pedestrian area for a loaf of bread, because he just appointed me to be the proprietor of farmland in the Mongolian desert.
But this time, I promised myself, they would play by my rules! Dance, my puppets, dance!
Thus it happened that I prepared myself for the glorious appointment with all my grim will of iron – as soon as my bank manager would get of the track and deviously tries to lure my money off my wallet, I would invocate the pure and immaculate fury from the depths of my inner abyssos hosted by a superior satanic-666-apocalypse-rage-rubberducky, and say:

Simple! I trained this little word of freedom till oblivion.

So after the regular small talk with my bank manger – who is unquestionably labeled mother’s loll – he put on this mischievous trap grin, which promises illusionary wealth and financial peace, and said: “Now, Mrs. Zarges, sign here please to confirm the termination of your bank book…”

That provoked the following reaction – accurately reflected by this arty mashup

Me: “How dare you, you inferior deworm? I will summon Ctulhu from the deepest depths of R’lyeh to drag your wretched and pathetic soul to the abyss of all infernos, where ferocious entities will tear it apart in the shades of Baphomet until forever before they’ll spit you into the greedy gorge of Netherworld. Go to the Deuce, you… what did you say?”

BM: “Just sign here…”

I actually celebrated a great success until my phone rang, and a young woman introduced herself as my new bank manager. Looking forward to humbly take care of all my belongings, she said. I should be interested in big landowner, she said.

When she suggested a new appointment, I just hung up.

5 3 3

Merhaba everyone!

I am currently suffering from something that possibly is a Nigerian Veldt Flu united with Tropical Swamp Fever and also two broken toes.

Luckily my friend Jessica is a nurse. She brought me chicken soup and also some dubios meds. She appealed urgently to me to never – but really never – combine those meds with Diet Coke.

Well, yes – I had to try it and was blown into a wonderland full of sparkling miracles, mermaids, and enchanting sonorities:


That pretty much sums up my weekend activities and pretty much punches back all my plans for the upcoming week(s), since I am currently just hobbling around like a lollipop- tadpole summoned from the depths of the deepest abyss.

F*ck you very much, o marvelous summer of 2012. And now excuse me, I have to sneeze again.

My Self, My Peace

My younger self, ego,  
Tells me that I can be happy  
By being separated from the oneness-soul.
My larger self, oneness universal
Tells me that there is no such thing  
As ego-separativity.  
It is all oneness-song,  
I and my older self together shall stay,  
Together shall sing,  
Together shall dance.


My inner peace
Does not select anybody,
Does not reject anybody.
My inner peace
Always self-givingly projects itself.

Sri Chinmoy

Interview with Deng Pei (Lonely China Day) in 2009

Soon one of the most interesting bands from China will have their premiere in London – it is of course Lonely China Day. Before this we had the amazing opportunity to talk to Deng Pei.
A huge thank you goes to Tian Xi for the translation!

First of all – could you please introduce you to us?

I am Deng Pei, the vocal of the band Lonely China Day.

Can you tell us how you met and why you decided to form Lonely China Day and why you chose this name?

The band formed in a very natural way. Several people who love music got together. Lonely represent a condition of thinking and creation, people won’t be superficial if they thus aloneness. From our band name you can tell the culture we represent or trying to express, So we used China. Day is our life.

How had your life been before Lonely China Day?

At that period, youths were trying to find a way to express them. They kept long hair, hits ear holes and listen to foreign metal music.
I am one of them.

What does music mean to you?

Music is the best person to talk, when I am creating music, music is like a human being. Music is I cared and it’s my earnest entertainment. Audiences are not my lord; we are not the idol of the audiences. My notion of music is ahead of my skill, my thinking and me. I ought to keep raising my control capabilities to chasing it. This kind of process will cause hope.
Music means hope to me in my life.

The lyrics you have written are all very poetic, and also philosophical. Can you tell us more about the term Mandarin poetry? And how do you gain inspiration?

Music and language can stored in such as CD and can be keept for a long time in modern times, even it didn’t wide spread it can be find hundred years later. But the ancient Chinese works is different. I always thought the poems we can read in modern times can’t represent the best work of the ancient poems. Most of it is without critical spirits, courage of creation and doubt, only sort of vague whines. I believed in more works with freedom is not been recorded. The reason is history is edited by people who have power and authority. So I think my lyrics is not ancient poems mode, my lyrics has critical spirits and courage. I have my own language mode. People who truly understand Chinese culture can understand my lyrics are different from ancient poems, I broke up many modes.
As I use a word in an opposite way I using polysemy to change the original meaning.
You can try to learn Chinese so that we can talk more on this topic.

You recorded a video to ONE – is there a link between the lyrics / meaning of the song and the video?

I was not satisfied with this video, when I saw it. But it’s almost fixed – in order to respect the producer’s hard work. I spent a lot of time to modify this video with the producer. The video you can see can’t stand for my aesthetic appreciation.

Soon you will come to London for two gigs – what do you expect as a band? What do you expect privately? And have you ever been to Europe?

This is our European premiere. We wish we can learn something we need during the London trip. Chinese rock scene is not mature yet, so we need to learn something. I wish I can go beyond myself and then go beyond the people who are in front of us – falling behind means shame to me. We hope to find more opportunities for the band, we hope our album can be distributed in Europe.
We also want to prove that my normal high demand to the band is the right.

You already performed live in Canada and the USA – so will we also see you more than just once in Europe?

Yes, this question you should ask our audience in European.

What are your current projects? Can we expect a new album? What are your goals for the future?

I am the one who is tired of making plans. I wish our music development is natural and continuing, gain certain respect from the band art not just occasionally. Our new album is almost done. We are the most avant-garde of Chinese band music, so this means we won’t be popular in China within 10 years, but we still looking for the right ears to listening to our music, that’s why our goal is to exceed the ideology of Chinese music.

What was the most exciting moment in your lives?

Before I saw this question I never think of this question seriously. If the answer need to concern with music, so my exciting moment in my lives is every time I wrote a new song which I considered it to exceed before.

Can you give a message to the readers of RENYUMUSIC.net (note: The page does not exist anymore) and to the people who are looking forward to your London gigs? See you in London.

Further information: www.lonelychinaday.com