Fiddling Rothschild

Good day, comrades. As a long time but highly irregular yet professional lurker of these elusively sumptuous pages, I felt it my due to break the shackles and launch my own paper boat onto the tide. So, here I am, open to impressions, slightly disgruntled owing to the time of the day (10:40 AM in Philadelphia) and hence could do no better till the coffee and cigarettes take their toll.

A bit about myself: I am of Indian background (the ones from Asia), work and study at the University here. I can grovel a few tunes on the piano, but you'll be much better off with music. I tend to indulge in classical music more so these days, although rock and electronic are never beyond the reach of my limbs. I'm not sure about any favorite affinities - when I was 17, it would have been Pink Floyd. Now it seems like a caprice of annoying proportions: but some patterns could be deduced, and recurring themes tends to include Nick Cave, Primal Scream, Talking Heads, and Tindersticks. I am prone to outbreaks of letting-your-newest-trashy-top 20-singles through my ears and up into my brain, as I can be compulsively social and no one really wants to talk when there's bad music about. At other times, for days or even months, Leonard Cohen has more appeal than Primal Scream as one just wants to ruminate by themselves. Then there's the problem of heavy metal and self-indulgence...although I'll still prefer wine or whiskey over beer on those occasions.

So there I stand, and ready for the incoming flyte of arrows (along with some generous hospitality.)

Cheerio.

Moss

Thats some good music you mentioned. Welcome.

Kartoffelbrei

bloody ****, that's some darn orotund english you have there..
that's about how i want to speak in a few years,
when i'm done with language education :P
For now, I'm allowed to talk like a bum.
Welcome & have fun here

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Fiddling Rothschild

Thank you.
Ye, fun and some disputation, hopefully. Your English is perfectly intelligible. In my experience of coming across people outside of the Anglosphere, those from central and eastern Europe tend to be the most tenacious in pursuing the language. Plus, my vernacular can come across at times as that of a sodden old Englishmen. This is partly a conscientious choice, but it can be an annoying habit to always talk in full sentences when all I wanted to say is "****ing hell, that's **** dude." Visiting bars and pubs by myself just to listen, I've found, is a useful way to slightly cull this tendency. But aye, the English language can be addictively fun and even musical just by the sheer vastness of possibilities in constructing sentences.