Happy 2nd Anniversary! Woot!

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It had come to my attention that I have now been on WP for the past 2 years.

Hoofuckingray!

I remember when my good friend Cha started telling me to move here just because. Many entries, a journey of heartbreak, redemption and salvation after, I’m still alive and kicking here.

While I hadn’t been quite active as of late, I will definitely pick up the pace and write some more. I have absolutely no idea who’s following my blog, except for a select few with whom I have corresponded with.

If you’re here, you’re reading my thoughts. Thank you, at least you do not have to wait eons for us to merge into the Cosmic AC or Third Impact in order to peer into the world on how I see it.

 

 

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The Fool

I saw you far away, 

I hoped you will look my way, 

But I never did.

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PS. This one was directly inspired by the song “A Day In The Life of A Fool”, a jazz standard popularized by Frank Sinatra and Perry Como. The music is based on a bossa classic originally known as “Manha de Carnaval” (Morning of the Carnival) from the old Brazilian film “Orfeu Negro” (Black Orpheus). It is one of my most loved bossa songs that I learned from my sister. I guess this is for people who look at others, but either do not seem to look back at them, or they themselves cannot, for one reason or another, look back the same way.

Thank You, Dear Reader/s

Thank you to the readers who come in to read the stuff I spout in the middle of the night – from my haikus, to my life experiences, my old school ride and MacGyvering my way around things, my seeming obsession with guitars and the art and science of guitar playing, the moments of joy and sadness which I live my life with… you’ve read it here.

It’s almost like I took pieces of my brain and threw it out on the net for all to see.

As with my last post, whether or not some actually read and take my words into heed or consideration, I could not care less.

I am the beast the shouted “I!” at the heart of the world. 

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I appreciate everyone’s comments, and I hope to be able to correspond with some of you soon enough.

Here’s to the first thousand, and on to the future!

 

 

Stone in hand I throw,
Towards the emptiness of now,
Hopes for tomorrow. 

 

 

Cheers from Manila, in the middle of the night, in the midst of currently pouring rain!

 

 

 

 

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PS. If you’d like to add me on social media, you can find me on twitter or facebook. 

I Play For…

I’d been in and around music for the longest time, I guess most of my life if you would. Although I’d only started getting seriously involved in music for the past decade or so, I’d always been fiddling with music in one way or another.

I got my start playing the keyboards, with my first “learned” piece being Lara’s Theme from Doctor Zhivago, which in my opinion is one of the best made films of all time. From there, I learned many things, mostly from my father and the rest on my own. When I was around 12 years old or so, I was even enrolled in piano school and although I didn’t make it very far due to my hard headedness and seeming inability to sight read properly (a problem that haunts me to this very day) I continued learning the piano by ear, and then transitioned to the bass guitar and finally on to electric guitar, which I still currently play on.

Sometime around 2004 or so, I got around to working with a simple laptop recorder and started “writing” and recording instrumental guitar songs. I wrote the first of two songs with words about a couple of years after that (“Cat Eyes“) as a contest piece for the 2006 Toycon. I wrote another song after that (“Lazy Day”) in 2009 or 10 (not sure) as another contest piece for a songwriting competition at the college I attended. In the interim, between the two vocal songs, I must’ve written at least 30 songs, all instrumentals and recorded in what would be regarded nowadays as very primitive technology, using a Roland E-38 for drum tracks, and recording everything else “line in” to the laptop I was then using. Before that period, I also played piano as the other half of a pseudo-jazz, piano / sax project called “The Claustrophiles”, I must’ve made about 15 songs with my friend Robie. Lastly, during my first years of being in a band with JC’s Funk ProJect, Rich and I must’ve done like 10 songs, all in the then classic style of rock n roll ala Beatles.

Looking back, I’d put down a whole bunch of material, all at a time when I had was a dial-up connection and no actual way to actually get my stuff up online for anyone else to hear. Sadly, I only have a few of the songs remaining with me because the I’d lost the CD’s I stored them into – because I didn’t have a big-ass flash drive then, and CD burning was the shit at the time.

 

So here I am, a guitar player with written material, and God knows who really knows about the stuff I have.

I’m writing this mainly in response to the question “Why do you keep playing / writing music…?” as it was triggered by one of the statuses posted by a friend of mine who’s been feeling down lately as it seemed to her that no one was listening to the music that she makes, or something to that effect. This person is one of those within our J-rock / pop community whom I look up to in terms of vocal prowess, and nowadays, for actually getting into writing songs.

 
I don’t know about her exactly, nor her circumstances but I’ll digress from my point of view.

 

The reason I don’t write vocal songs very much is because I haven’t gotten around to doing so. While I listen and have fully embraced my love for rock n roll and blues-based music, I hadn’t made anything within that vain. Most of the stuff I had written were done mostly as a vehicle for expressing my guitar learned-ness aka wank music. That may soon change because I am now itching to really sing something. Another reason why I don’t write vocal songs is because of my limited vocal ability. I mean sure, I can play guitar but I cannot sing to save my life. I am no Eric Johnson nor John Sykes, both men whom I admire for their fantastic chops and equally fascinating vocal abilities.

 

I mean really.

 

I had gigged wherein I play the guitar and sing, but I won’t classify my voice nor singing as anything but just something to get us by. Crap, cats high af and in heat can sing better any day. It seems though that each time I get to play a gig and sing, I’m under the weather of some sort and cannot properly utilize whatever limited abilities I have.

 

So let’s look at this – I have written quite a bit of stuff sure. But who really listens to them, and am I concerned about it you might ask.

 

Apart from my wife and immediate family members, I don’t think anyone really listens to them. The only reason my wife knew about my recorded works was when she stumbled upon my cover of “Starry Night” by Joe Satriani. My family knows about the songs themselves primarily because they have no choice since I often play my songs at home whenever I am able to do so. I have put up some songs on Youtube for people to hear and that way my channel will have original content on it, but I highly doubt if anyone is listening nor paying attention…

 

…not yet. 

 


 

 

But the fact of the matter is, while most of my songs involve and are motivated by wankery, I am not exactly concerned to know who’s listening or if there really is anyone listening at all. This is primarily why a lot of the music I had written was never heard by anyone else apart from myself and a few people who’d inquired about the music I made.

 

It may sound idiotic to some, but it’s akin to being on top of a mountain and shouting out, just for the heck of it. And if anyone will actually listen and respond to it, that’d be great – all I really want is to throw my ideas out for the world to see, or hear. A response is good, but a lack of one is but a minor debacle.

 

The songs I write, while most were indeed made to showcase my techniques (or lack thereof LOL) I wrote them to express or show, within the context of music, certain emotions or timelines in my life. Take for example one that I particularly like (“Memory”) which I wrote for a friend whom I was very close with previously, but had drifted apart eventually. I wrote that melody to “paint” a “musical picture” of the days that we had spent together.

 

I went into music and being in a band with no set expectations – while being known for something would be cool, I am not in this for fame. I am certainly not in this for money (except that one time that a certain presidential candidate’s team wanted me to play on a jingle) nor am I in this for the women.

 

I just want to make and play music as honestly as I can, to the best that I can. 

 

Most of all, and I think is the most important thing is that I treat music in general as a learning experience, and escape from the rigors of everyday life. I kid you not, but sometimes I feel so worn out at work, and I come home to play on my guitars (any that I can get my hands on) and start playing away. Most of the time, it relieves me and gets me up and going again. My guitars are like like my mistresses as my wife puts it – I abuse them, I am down and dirty with them, I make them sound raunchy as hell but sometimes I caress and play them so gently that they almost purr. Although there are times that I am too burned out and distracted that I cannot play anything, and they cannot relieve my stress. It happens to the best of us, it happens to everyone.

As a learning experience, my personal mantra is to never stop learning something. When I started out gigging with Shinkan, in order to keep up with the high demands of playing J-pop / rock, I had to make sure my chops are in working order. Of course, there are times that I want to push what I know and can do, so I learn new things and apply techniques that I have not previously used. That was when I started learning to make proper arpeggios, and I became more conscious towards my guitar tone. I brought one of my guitars to my tech one day, and the experience inspired me to learn hybrid picking. The list goes on, and for a while, I was quite successful in introducing my newly picked up techniques whenever my precious few moments of guitar soloing comes up.

 

It’s quite nice to have people come up and tell me, “Hey, what was that you pulled off at xx of <insert song name>? It was wicked.”. These are the most common comments I get from people who get to watch me play guitar live, mostly during anime conventions and the usual bar gigs. Of course, I take the time to talk shop and share stuff that I come up with, and my sister thinks I have built up a group of “fan boys” who are all the rave when I play something “rad” on my solos – she calls them my “Minions”.

 


 

There had been times that I felt burned out with Shinkan because in as much as I wanted to get the band to sit down and write original compositions, various points of consideration (some good reasons, some not) meant that it was not forthcoming – although I must also say that we did play one original together as a band. I mean seriously, I believed then, even now, that we can write and play our own music. With Urusai, I never got to play any of my songs, primarily because the other guys felt my instrumentals are too laid back and are sleep inducing. That was quite a let down because I totally loved playing with both bands but hey, it is what it is. In any event, I do get to play originals with Bulagta and during my short stint with Slash n Burn, so it was still good as far as I can say.

 

Whenever I feel down and out with not being able to play originals, I remind myself of the reasons that I play music. I play mainly for myself, as my means of expressing what I want to express through my guitar. Good thoughts, happy thoughts, angry thoughts…all within the sonic concepts of an overdriven sound via an electric guitar.

Selfish in a way yes, but m reasoning is simple, I have to make myself happy in order to channel those thoughts and ideas, and convey myself better to our audience. Only then can I begin to make the audience “happy”, or at least play properly for them. There are times I wish I could’ve played my parts better, and there are gigs that I refuse to listen to the recordings just because I think I sucked balls then. In the end though, I can’t come up with awesome solos 24/7. That’s just not me – I’m human, and I know about the limits of my skills. I make mistakes, I am not a human tone machine. I am not Guthrie Govan who can make symphonies out of mistakes on the fret board. I fully accept my limitations and try my best to either overcome them, or work with them to my advantage.

 

My thinking is that if you’re in this for fame, then you’d better be prepared with all the heartbreak that the quest will entail. After all, not everyday is Christmas day. We all don’t get what we want all the time, and sadly this is so even if our whole lives rode upon it. Whatever rewards we want to reap, there will be a lot of hard work and a “trial and error” kind of thing going on. I was raised with the idea that fame will not come to you if you come looking for it – fame might find you if it was meant for you. That usually means a whole bunch of hard work towards something fleeting, like what fame usually is. All that we can really rely on is the love for what we do, music in this case, and for that love to fuel our quest.

 

It may be a one sided love at times, but hey, love is simply one of the greatest of human emotions. It allows us to overcome hardship, and give us a promise of a better tomorrow. It makes us both stupid and oblivious to facts yet fill us with wisdom, if we can get around the intricacies of its workings.

 

Lastly, don’t be too hard on yourselves. Love yourself, love what you do. Learn what you can, further your craft and work your ass off if this is something you really want. Because there are so many excuses to just hang up your gloves and call it a day, but there will always be one reason to go on…

 

L.O.V.E.

 

Love what you do, and everything else will follow.

 

As for me, as long as I can and want, I will play. I will keep learning, I’ll keep finding ways to be a better player tomorrow than I am today. And while my physical faculties may not be up to par to it, I’ll make sure my mind is sharp enough for it and my heart is in the right place.

 

 

So to my friend there, and everyone else reading this and stumped – don’t give up. If you really want something, go for it, within reason of course. Use up all your resources if this is something you truly believe in. And remember, the best way to lose at something is to not try at all. And there are no incentives for quitters.

While you’re at it though, enjoy the ride because music and its accompanying journeys is best enjoyed than sulked with. Whining about something only creates noise if you don’t do something about it, and noise isn’t exactly music unless you’re a member of Sonic Youth.

 

 

 

C’est la vie.

 

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PS. To that particular friend of mine, hold on and keep rocking. If you feel tired, leave it be for a while and recover your senses – then go at it again! I like your newfound style and song (the original one that’s on soundcloud)  btw, even the ones that your friend had written. I hope to hear those songs at a gig someday. 

Pokemon Go And Getting Lost In The Flow

Earlier this morning, I left the house at the usual time at around 0300. I felt like taking a walk today, and left the car at home just so I can indulge in the early morning air and catch some exercise while I’m at it.

I’d just barely closed the gate behind me when I spotted a grey Hyundai Accent hatchback at the street corner about 50 meters from our house. Paying no attention to it, I started walking. Almost immediately though, I noticed through the moderately tinted windshield of some movement – like something was being picked up from the floor of the vehicle and being passed around the front seats. It was then that I noticed that it was proceeding very, very slowly, almost at a person’s walking pace, if not slower. Its headlights were turned off, only the parking lights were on and the hazards were blinking. The occupants were looking to the back of the vehicle, then looked forward and turned to look from side to side, as it they were looking for something.

 

Nowadays, there have been a lot of news about people being shot on the street for being alleged drug pushers and what not. Since I have a deep distrust in the manner by which vigilantes carry out their dirty jobs, and there would definitely be “collateral damage” under such a system, I thought this might be one of those instances.

  • car creeping along suspiciously
  • occupants seem to be scoping out stuff
  • me being out at an inopportune time

 

I was getting ready duck the fuck out the way of any damn bullets that might come flying my way. I continued walking forward anyway since I was in the more real danger of being late, and there seemed to be no signs of impending death from the passenger side window – I think.

A few tense seconds passed and the moment of truth came when I crossed directly in front of the passenger side window. I held my breath, started humming “Komm, süsser Tod” and there was…

 

 

 

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I didn’t get shot, I didn’t get robbed.

 

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I breathed a sigh of relief that I can still go to work and come home to my family afterwards.

 

Curiosity got the best of me so I glanced inside the car, the inside of which was by now fully visible as it was lit by the street lights from the other side of the road.

 

Both the driver and occupant were holding up their mobile devices, and playing Pokemon Go. I could tell via the screens on their phones and the screen captured maps that friends of mine have posted on Facebook. While I didn’t get shot with a 9mm, they did shoot bad glances at me then proceeded forward.

 

The car continued its snail-like pace right up to the plaza at the upper end of our street, and I lost sight of it from there. I continued on my journey to the office without further incident.

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Seriously though, Pokemon Go.

Jesus.

 

 


 

 

For my dear readers who aren’t in the know, Pokemon Go is the latest mobile app craze that’s taking the world by storm. It’s based on the popular manga, anime and game franchise and is basically an app that uses your phone’s GPS locator to send you on a journey to catch all 151 (?) Pokemon. I think this app will also allow you to grow, train and eventually battle other Pokemon trainers.

 

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According to most sources I’d read up on, Pokemon Go was envisioned so people can go on quests which will take them to various places, and to allow the younger generation (that are almost always cooped up at home behind a computer screen) to go out, see the world and maybe make new friends in the process.

And it’s true – there had been many documented instances of next door neighbors who had been previously oblivious to each other, meeting and hanging out for the first time, or crowds of people who end up at the same location and sharing their passion for the franchise. Young millenials who were content to be in a darkened room and hanging out in the cyber world are now coming out of their homes and hanging out with others in real life. Even the older folks who were around playing the original games have gone on the crazed wagon, mostly because now it had become possible to go on quests that involve moving around, something the Gameboy and the ported versions of the original Pokemon games didn’t allow us to  do.

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credit to the Manila Bulletin for this screen cap

Here in the Philippines, the game was finally released a couple of days back to much fanfare. In a nation that had a good chunk of then 90’s kids and teens growing up around the first beloved Pokemon anime and Gameboy series (I myself played the Red / Green versions, etc. what-nots of the original game series) this was big news. People like my sister first downloaded the then mirrored “bootleg” version of this app late last month, and were dismayed when the app got blocked prior for the actual release date.

Now that the apk was finally and officially released, the past 24 hours had filled my Facebook feed with all sorts of posts about friends who’d downloaded the app, and started their quests to be the very best.

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It’s all good really, and in the name of totally hanging out with other people apart from stalking each other on Facebook, this app is really something.

 

 


 

 

However, there are some inherent dangers to the game, those playing it and people around them.

 

Let me point out some of these from my point of view.

 

You see, a lot of people can get lost within a given activity, a psychological phenomenon known as “flow“.

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I like the band too LOL

I learned about this during our infamously dreaded INDIBEH (Individual Behavior) class, facilitated by the legendary Adonna Esleta. In a nutshell, people involved with a certain activity will experience full involvement, enjoyment and focus. This “heightened” sense of involvement often allows the person involved in the activity to make “better” use of their mental faculties, able to provide output that would otherwise not be possible had they been not caught within the flow. Their focus is often so intense it is hard to break through, and if you do break it, they can lose the experience. Street lingo describes it roughly as being in the zone, and being in this zone can make feel almost devoid of all other inputs from the outside world, being very focused on the task at hand. Some examples of this phenomenon include writers getting lost in thought, musicians writing or performing music, race drivers who are so in one with the vehicle that they feel and see nothing else but the race they are winning, video gamers who lose all sense of time while playing and so on.

I myself frequently fall into this zone of complete immersion and thought, and when I was still actively writing and recording songs, I can miss meals by many hours because I cannot think of anything else but the song I am working on. I can also fall within this zone when I play a guitar solo, and in my experience when I’m fully in it, I do not think of what notes to play and how to play them, I just do. I can attribute it to muscle memory, but my mind knows ahead of time what I should play and how to play it. There instances I replay our gig vids and I go “Wow! How the heck did I play that!?”.

 

That’s the flow experience as best as I shortly summarize it, and you can wiki quickly or read more about it here , here and here. I leave it entirely up to you if you want to read up on it, and there are loads of good references all over the net.

 

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While the zone and being in it is good and isn’t really a problem by itself, it becomes so when it takes away attention from the real world.

 

The main gist of Go is to get people to move from one place to another in search of Pokemon. If say one is within the flow, they may forget to look both ways while crossing the street, endangering themselves by lowering their awareness to street traffic.

They may lose sense of being law abiding citizens and find themselves trespassing into property, something they inherently know is wrong but unable to process in their mind since they are caught within the flow.

They may engage in otherwise dangerous physical activities like jumping across gaps and roofs, which may not be the kind of activities that they normally do, but being lost within their zone, they are unable to think otherwise. Of course, injuries are in order whenever we allow ourselves to autopilot into things, something that non-Newtypes aren’t built for.

They may take their minds off their driving, and start looking left and right for Pokemon instead of looking left and right at an intersection. Given the Filipino propensity to “multi-task” while doing things (driving among them) this will certainly happen. And with the Anti Distracted Driving Act having been signed into law recently, we may have an influx of people being caught and penalized in trying to be the very best – while driving.

 

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I am not discouraging anyone from downloading, playing and enjoying Pokemon Go. If you are a millenial, cooped at home and wants something to do and take you outdoors, this is the shit. However, remember to leave some semblance of sense whenever you are out journeying to catch ’em all. Look both ways while crossing the street, do not trespass, obey the law at all times. Remember, those virtual pocket monsters won’t guarantee your freedom should you end up behind bars for doing something stupid. Most of all keep yourself, your friends and the people around you safe, so everyone can go on and enjoy this app.

 

Also, please do not go hunting while driving. Keep your eyes and mind on the road, unless you want Jesus to take the wheel.

 

 

 

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PS. I do not play this game and have no intention of doing so. I’m already (still rather) hooked to Real Racing 3.

Talk. Communicate.

It’s been more than a month since I’d written anything down. Since my last post, err let me me correct that, for a good long while, I’d been busy.

Let’s rephrase it – we’d been busy.

 

BUSY

 

I mostly stay at home nowadays, but for some reason unbeknownst even to myself, I actually enjoy being at home now.

 

About a year ago or so, I would have absolutely died had I been staying still at home for more than a few hours at a time.

Since early this year, or at least since my wife (…now, my girlfriend then) started to live with us on the weekends, I’d found it to be very enjoyable to be at home. I have had so much free time since then, it’s almost a sin when compared to most people. But while at first I did feel uneasy at first spending so much time at home, I have taken the opportunity to catch up with my family, talking and sharing stories about everyday life. I like sitting down with my wife over milk (yes, we are both pretty voracious with it) and just talking – mostly about my day, her day, music, our collective crushes (haha), the questions of pending parenthood and all sorts of things. We talk everywhere at home – in our room, while I practice guitar, while she is reading up for her online university course, while I cook, while we do the laundry.

I’d always pointed out to her that I take great delight at our inherent ability to, say take a random subject and just talk about it. On a deeper level though, of course there are days that we don’t talk about the birds and the bees, and there are darker topics that float around but we still manage to talk about it.

I think that’s a very important thing for people – married or not to talk to each other. Directly communicating with each other bridges the gap of silence between us, and allows our thoughts to jump over the wall that silence builds between all of us.

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Communication allows us to know what goes on within our minds. I mean sure, some of the more “adept” people would be able to tell what we have on our minds. My wife does this magically, and she is quite honestly the very first person I’d been in a relationship with who’s able to know when to speak up and when to let me be, then picking an opportune time to see if I’m ok, or if I need to be violently shaken back to reality.

 

 

Part of human interaction involves us looking for unspoken cues – body language, facial expression, discreet actions etc. These help us know and hopefully avoid things in advance.

However, we all should not be dependent on assumptions, or reading between the lines. Sometimes it helps yes, but mostly, strict dependence on assumptions alone serve to feed errors in knowing how one person or party thinks or feels.

 

Our assumptions and our personal contexts differ from one another. Assumptions need validation, and while we can check through many things to validate our our thoughts on something, there is no better way to do this than to dip our feet into things and just talk. However, nutty things like ego and pride often keep us from directly communicating our thoughts to each other. A lot of people though seem to be predisposed to be more concerned with saving their egos that saving relationships, or at least finding out how and why people react in a certain way in certain situation. I for one have a lot of pride in myself and stuff, but I try to keep my ego out of the way and try to get in touch with people around me. Social norms dictate that men shut up, but in this day and age, I think it had become more important than ever to reach out and communicate with each other.

You see, I, err we (my wife and I) believe that enjoying ourselves while in complete silence is pretty much the most amazing thing for couples to have, the ability to talk about things stands coequal to it. We see a lot of elder couples who talk and enjoy each other’s company, and those who just randomly talk about anything and keep things going.

I kinda want to be able to remain like this – talk and grow together. With my wife, I hope the ability to talk and find our way around things would never go away.

 

So whenever you have a disagreement with someone, talk about it. Talking and knowing about things do not make less of anyone, but pride and enormous amounts of ego unchecked will. Always validate your assumptions with facts gleaned from the person you are thinking of, because there is no better way to know about what goes on a person’s mind than for said person to say what he / she’s thinking about.

 

Talk.

 

It never hurts to do so.

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