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Tuesday, October 26, 2010, 8:46 PM
I'd like to look at my schedule to plan for tomorrow but i don't want to. I'm becoming increasingly myopic. I feel for the moment these days. What happens right now and right here is what i treasure the most. There needs to be a big fast forward button we can press to escape what's about to happen. Even for a second, just escape into the seemingly oblivion future away from the discernibly faded past. 6 weeks. You count down to the start but i'm counting down to the end. Friday, October 22, 2010, 11:42 PM
All the great artists go through a stage in their career where they realize that at some point, the music they make can actually make a difference, not in the top 40s billboard charts or on the VH1 top 100 list of the year, but make a difference to a life. Bob marley believed that music could literally heal people. Spreading it like an infection throughout the world could heal people. The Beatles believed that they were small. Despite being one of the biggest pop culture icons of the 20th century and having so much fame, money and popularity, they realized that they are small and life goes on within them and without them. Jason Mraz, Bono, Ryan Adams, the list is endless. All the greatest artists in the world at some point stop giving a damn about how popular they are, throw away the distractions of the camera and the screaming fans and get down to the real essence of it all that started everything in the first place; the music. The real music that can feed your soul, words that can speak straight to the inner rings of your heart, melodies and rhythms that can seep straight into your bones and become part of your body even if for about 3 minutes; real music can set generations of people apart, bring them together, speak to a thousand and one deaf people, touch a hundred or so blind people, and free a million or so slaves trapped behind the cage of oppression. It's everything. It's the freedom we all search for. All this conformity to the latest trend, the swallowing of the bitter pill that the 'hip' and 'cool' try to force down our throats, cultivating the mind like a corn crop, programming one by one like a room full of robots. I salute the artists who dedicate their lives to making a difference, who now and forever realize that there is a greater world out there worth fighting for, some higher power that transcends any kind of temporal desire; the force of a million hearts beating as one drum, the wind produced by a thousand leaves falling in the same direction, the sound of a hundred pebbles rolling down a mossy mountain side, the vibrations on the ground of a dozen or so children running through the fishing villages of Ghana praying one day to be free, and the voice of one person, speaking straight to the depths of your soul, touching every nerve and every sense of your physique, until you realize that the beauty in life, the rich essence of our world lies so far beyond what we can see with our own two eyes. Unforgettable and unmistakable. I dream for that one moment when i can see. We take too many things for granted, sometimes all we need is just a reminder of the reality that sits behind this facade of aesthetics we've created for ourselves, reminded that in some place and in some time, the spirt and power of music can move mountains. Wednesday, October 20, 2010, 5:44 PM
I don't wanna go anywhere. I don't wanna move from this spot. Shuffling chairs and creaky door knobs as the people signal for me to get out. They close at 6. Give me a minute while I plunge backwards and free fall into nothing. The music can change a whole lot of things. I'm counting down the days till the end, babe. Monday, October 18, 2010, 10:10 PM
Mind your own, boy. Soon you'll receive the biggest come back you never would have even dreamed of and you'll spend the rest of your inconstant life feeling sorry for what you're doing now. You're not the Queen of your own game, you'd do yourself good to keep that little known fact in mind. Saturday, October 16, 2010, 1:30 PM
I want to go to a tight city place where you can live in an apartment building on the dead end of a quiet street where hotdog stands trail the back alley and where pubs litter the corners of every dodgey street and avenue. Where you could take a 2 minute walk to an underground system that literally takes you anywhere and everywhere within minutes. Here's putting things into perspective; It takes 45 minutes to get from Kembangan to Buona Vista MRT station, in that same time, you could ride the red line on the subway from 79th/Broadway to Times Square, traveling halfway across New York City. You could criss cross around the big apple within less than an hour and experience different worlds within a day. You could take a beaten old knapsack, throw in a couple packets of gummy bears, a good book and a small ukulele, wrap a scarf around your neck and head off for a gig in downtown Manhattan and swing by gray's papaya on 8th ave/37th st for a chilli dog. No place but New York City. I need to lock myself in a quiet room for just a couple of minutes and then carry on with this war. Thursday, October 14, 2010, 7:05 PM
Now we really are on our own, total and complete disconnection from the hands that helped push and pull us along this tiny cramped shaft we're all desperately trying to climb, keratin and flesh scraping against cold iron and cement, digging into every nook possible, pulling and pulling. Our backs locked tightly against each other, bodies sore, bones grating to the core on the verge of crumbling to dust. Clothes soaked in sweat, the air thick with the heavy smell of dirt, blood and tears. Pulling and crawling, inch by inch, up the shaft. The blue gates at the bottom that once seemed so visible now nothing but a transient dream. Once, a symbol of recognition and hope, now a reminder of our fates; the test. But crawl, we will, till the very top. If anyone lets go, we fall. Like rocks down a narrow valley, silenced into dust at the very bottom. So we hold on, for us, for each other, for the good fight. There is no tomorrow and there is no more yesterday. No looking back this time, further we climb, faster we march to face the hounds of hell. Frightening. But i've got you. Sunday, October 10, 2010, 9:28 PM
Karma. In case you're not sure what that is, you're about to feel it. Have fun. It's Sunday, tomorrow's a Monday, the beginning of the last week of the greatest two years; gone by like a sneeze. Too fast to have appreciated enough of, too slow to feel the joy of it passing. Literally seems like yesterday that i walked through those blue gates, and now we leave, on our own to the shark pool. What a way to go, with all the lights and cameras surrounding our feet, lenses fixed on our faces, mics pushed under our lips. Desperate, aren't you? For us to spill. You've always called us arrogant, raucous, boisterous, hooligans. Fine. We're taking your advice and shutting up. After this, we're all going to split away into a thousand different directions, like a drop of ink into the ocean. The sound of a gun spitting hate at a distant pheasant, its feathers plucking themselves off its body and floating gracefully away wherever the wind takes them. Wherever the wind takes us. But we live on in each other. Stop. Smile. Flashes so the camera can see. We held hands and ran, promising never to look back, now here we are, almost at the end of the road, the loom of another journey. 4 clear directions but a hundred unclear paths leading to it. What now? Who now? Do we move on to some whole new world of our own? Memories of each other slowly fading like the crinkles in a leaf clasped in the eternal grasp of a heavy book? Soon smooth. What then? Pinky promises, someone told me a long time ago that they're more powerful than i think. I'll hold you to that, babe. I will. Saturday, October 9, 2010, 12:59 AM
Tuesday, October 5, 2010, 10:22 PM
Beautiful music. Within you, without you. Sunday, October 3, 2010, 9:44 PM
Influenced Inspiration
Saturday, October 2, 2010, 8:40 PM
, 12:06 AM
My label has changed. Like a document being transfered from useless to worthy. Ridiculous how your one judgement can change the face of everything. Your frown into a smile. Your rejection into a consideration. It's almost as if you're seeing through a visor you made from your own delusion. I've never changed. I write and think the same way now as i did 5 months ago. You see me in a new colour, bathe me in a new light as if I had metamorphasized into the butterfly you wanted. But i'm the same. Your eyes are different, that's all. But sure, i thank you for the change in perception. I've been waiting for almost too long for you to realize that i am capable. Maybe someday i'll reveal to you that i'm the same flawed and fallen figure you discriminated against for the longest time and then you'll see that it was you all along who had to change to do yourself a favour. Not me. The gap at this time of night, only Sufjan can fill. Today, you called my name, i walked up to you and you placed a card in my hand. You pushed open a door i've been trying to keep closed for a long time. Too late now. Choices. The UK? The US? Or here? Choices. |
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want? |
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