Death chant

I watched a different version of the video I'm sharing here. The one I did watch disturbed me for quite a while because it seemed so dark. We hear the crowd chanting "death" over and over again, and I couldn't fathom any reason for their rabid fanbase to wish them such ill. In the video I watched, SU gets crucified at some point in the item, much to the delight of the audience, and all I could do was stare, mouth agape. What. The. Heck.

The song, if that's what it is, begins with a sombre dirge over a disconcerting projected narration for which I have no translation. The girls enter wielding Sith lightsabres to a sped up execution drum beat. They take strategic points on stage and cheerlead the crowd in spelling out B-A-B-Y-M-E-T-A-L, commencing the "death" chant.

The girls then introduce themselves in turn: "SU-METAL desu", "YUIMETAL desu", "MOAMETAL desu", and then the realization hits. The whole thing is based on a terrible dad joke of a pun. "Desu" (I am) is pronounced "des", and when lisped, "death". That explains MOA's odd way of introducing herself in interviews sometimes, when instead of saying "desu," she sticks her tongue out between her teeth, turning the "s" sound into a "th" sound, which I thought was a bit strange.

It turns out that this song is usually their opening number, and it fulfills a number of functions. First, there are no melodic vocals, which gives focus to the band and its instruments, leaving no doubt that we are at a metal concert featuring blistering metal music. Right from the get-go, the crowd is amped up and already interacting with the performance, setting a pace and rhythm that is easy and compelling to follow. The chant of "death" sets a horror tone invoking the sort of fun, Halloweeny atmosphere this show thrives on.

The girls aren't just introducing themselves with their names, but are ritually casting off their everyday forms of Suzuka Nakamoto, Yui Mizuno, and Moa Kikuchi, and transforming themselves into the powerful beings of SU-METAL, YUIMETAL, and MOAMETAL respectively. Think of it as a dark Sailor-Moon type transformation sequence. Their final pose is crossed forearms over face, fingers of both hands making the fox-sign. Megitsune masks on, they are ready to engage their fans in another butt-kicking 'live' performance.

And in case you are still curious about the crucifixion thing, long story short, it's SU celebrating her 16th birthday like a drama queen. I mean, why not?

Eulogy: Remembering my Dad

This is the eulogy I composed for dad, who departed a week ago. I'm adding in stuff I actually said, and some other stuff I thought of later that I should have said.

[Generic greetings]... I wrote this down to keep my thoughts focused and disciplined, like my dad was.

Usually, the eulogist would speak of their loss and the audience would commiserate with him. Instead, I will take this opportunity to offer my condolences to you, who have lost a husband, a father, in-law, a grandfather, a nephew, an uncle, a brother, a cousin, a childhood or work friend, a colleague and mentor. If you are here today, you must have meant something to my dad.

So many roles, and dad defined himself by the roles he played with each of us. He was a protector, a provider, a peacemaker, a policeman, a disciplinarian. Sorry I couldn't keep the alliterative streak going, but I want to focus on the 'disciplinarian' part. I remember his unique brand of discipline when I was in my teens. I was peer pressured into buying some apparel I wasn't comfortable with, so I wore it and asked dad what he thought of it. Fashion advice from my dad -- what was I thinking? He simply said, "if you dare wear it in public, I won't stop you." Reverse psychology works every time. I did wear it in public – once for my friends' sake. And after that, everything else I have worn since has been my own choice. Except for today [indicates loud, ill-fitting Hawaiian shirt, black background with pineapple motif], but it's a special occasion, so it doesn't count.

He taught me maths, and lost his hair over it. When I got older, he taught me to drive stick. Lessons I'll never forget. Driving stick for the skill, and maths for the trauma. 

Dad took all his roles super-seriously, even if they gave him lifelong anxiety. And the kind of kids we were, we didn't help. Regardless, I dare say that with him as our dad, we turned out pretty ok. My siblings and I all wound up in the education ministry. My sister and I got into education, my brother got into ministry. We have our own households, and are living relatively free from deprivation and desperation, so great fantastic job, dad!

One word that describes dad is "considerate". His final act on earth was one of consideration. His very last interaction with me was to say, "go!" as he waved me off at the A&E driveway. He didn't want my vehicle to block the entrance and cause an inconvenience to other emergency cases coming in. [Should have said: "My vehicle was blocking the entrance, and he didn't want to inconvenience the other emergency patients who were climbing over my car to get inside"].

Come to think of it, by passing at this time of year, he ensured that no one needed to bother HR with their leave applications to attend his wake.

That's the kind of joke dad would have told better. You would have been in stitches. It's all in the delivery. Let's use this remaining time to remind each other of his crazy antics [I retold dad's story about how he reflexively reached up and without looking caught a bird in mid-flight out of the air], grand adventures, and wacky conversations we've had with him. [Forgot to say: "Dad would want us to put the FUN into his funeral". Also forgot to tell the story about his conflict management process: Once he was playing mahjong with his sisters and needed to sneeze badly. He couldn't turn his head right or left, and he couldn't face straight ahead because someone would have got a faceful. So he turned his head upwards, looked towards heaven and showered everyone with his blessings].

Once again, my condolences to all of you for your loss. And thank you for indulging me in reminiscing our memories of my dad together.