I was on my way to one of my gigs one night when my sister texted to tell me about the typhoon that struck several areas in the Philippines and how her domestic helper, Mari is worried about her family back home. She told me about how Mari’s family home – where her family (including her children) lives in, is built with bamboo for walls and the roof gets blown away whenever they’re struck by natural disasters and that broke my heart.
It’s really sad that they have to live in homes that can’t protect them ‘cos they simply cannot afford to build one that’s safer.
While I have little, some people have nothing.
At least I don’t have to worry about my roof flying away whenever the wind blows.
Some of these people are so poor, they can only afford to built brick walls, brick by brick each time they can afford to get some. And in that tedious process, still have to worry about putting food on the table.
With that in mind, I wrote a song and got together with a bunch of Singaporean artistes to record a song. All proceeds of this song will go to the victims of the recent Haiyan Typhoon.
Life gets a lot better when we can rely on the kindness of strangers.
“We want to give you a platform for your talent.”
I already have a YouTube account which allows me to perform in the comfort of my own home and still hit a pretty comfortable audience number. The only difference is, you won’t get a cent exploiting my talent; which you claim to admire but refuse to pay for. Bottomline: you’re a cheapskate.
Sure, there are many other people who are willing to sing for free ‘cos money is not as important as putting their music out there and they don’t care whether they get paid or not. Unfortunately, I do. I care about not spoiling the market, I care about not making people think it’s okay to bully musicians and not pay them ‘cos believe it or not, it’s a real service, it’s a real job.
I care that I will be able to buy my next pack of cigarettes, my next meal so I can write my music. Music is not really free. So don’t take food and cigarettes out of my mouth, and say you’re helping me by “giving me a platform”. With piracy and easy digital downloads on various sites, the least you can do is pay the musician who’s singing live.
Go to my facebook page to check out the teaser track. :)
Has no one told you she’s not breathing?
I am your mind,
giving you someone to talk to.
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‘Cos it’s mandatory. Everyone’s doing it. #peerpressure So here they are. Dear 2012, I’m ready if you are. LET’S GO!!
1) Make more music and release full studio album (FINALLY!!)
2) Post more videos on YouTube of guitar covers.
3) Quit drinking beer. I’m at that age where the body is very unforgiving and it shows, where it matters the most – the tummy.
4) Smoke less. 5 sticks a day is apparently okay for the body to take but we are taking baby steps here, so I’m going for 10 sticks per day.
5) Bring bitchiness levels down to what’s equivalent of an average human being ‘cos the universe doesn’t need more negative energy to be put out there.
6) Take everything that comes to me with a heart of gratitude. Work myself to the bone (hopefully, literally).
7) No more processed food, carbonated drinks and *gasps* FRENCH FRIES.
8) Be closer to God. Read the Bible EVERY DAY. And practice what it preaches.
9) No more meaningless sex. I’ve already been there, done that in my twenties, got the tshirt and burnt it ala Magnolia Superhero. We’re moving on, people. Let’s embrace the 30’s which is all about prudence and chastity. :p
10) Keep new year resolutions.
So… I’ll be singing at the rooftop of Blu Jazz on the 28th of Dec 2011 (Wed) for the 14th edition of Arts Salon. Starts at 7pm.
Shannon (my guitar) will be there too and so will a couple of the arranged tracks from the upcoming album. The final lineup is FINALLY out. Finalmente. It wasn’t easy but I figured, if the Mayans are right about 2012, here’s my last shot so I got brutal.
Post Christmas and just before the year ends. I reckon I will be in a pretty good mood ‘cos I’m so looking forward to 2012 and there’s no better way to say “goodbye sucky year and please make way for what I am hoping to be a kickass year” than with honesty in the most direct art form – music.
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Be there. Happy Holidays.
For some reason, I always discover the strangest epiphanies when I’m in an irrevocable insomnia high. I haven’t fallen in love for a while now. The last time my heart took a serious tumble was in the Spring of 2010. OMG. Dear heart, have you died? Sure there were girls that captured my roving eye, whom I fooled around with while we threw around stupid words we didn’t mean but I kinda miss being in love. The kind of love I write self indulging emo songs over. Hell, I’m still feeding my music with that 2010 love affair. The frequency of me falling in love remains at an occurrence every two years ever since my last real relationship. Maybe I don’t need to “fall in love”, an epic crush will do for now. But, nothing too high maintenance.
“Something like, falling, without landing in pain.
Something like, loving, without loving in vain.
Something like, living, without regrets in any way.
Something like, falling…”
One of the earliest tracks written at the beginning of this on and off 4 year process of making the second album, “Something Like…” remains to be one of my favourite tracks. It is probably the only song that I’ve ever written that projects undisguised optimism not only in its upbeat tempo but there’s also an unmistakable sense of happiness in the words, laced with a slight skepticism that makes it such an honest song.
What started out as a channel to pen down questions and a description on that inability to fully express what we truly feel so analogies are made up in the process to paint a better picture, became a song that I’m always proud to share at live performances whether acoustic or accompanied with arranged music. Interestingly enough, it also fully describes the journey that I’ve taken from four years ago up to the almost completion of the album today.
The premise of this album, as old-fashioned as it is, is honesty. A friend challenged me to write songs that are honest, songs that cut really close to the bone and then, “Something Like…” was born. It led to a string of songs that rode on the same intention. The ones that I really like made it to this album and it took me a while but eventually I saw and heard what I want take shape in the final selection of songs.
The intention to release the album was met with several interruptions over the years but there was only one underlying reason that really stopped me from releasing – the fear of it not being as close to the level of perfection as I want it to be at. This four year sporadic effort that consisted an enormous amount of tweaking, editing, recording, re-recording, mixing, writing and re-writing made me realize that it’s time to come to terms with the fact that the album can’t be more ready than it already is now. While I’m wallowing in my insecure artist bullshit, I know that there are people waiting to hear it.
Call it new school Judotter or Iris Judotter 2.0 if you like but this album documents new experiences and emotions while drawing on memories which has always been an important element in my work. My best friend said something that truly propelled me to complete it, “People don’t know how your music has evolved if you don’t let them hear it.”
While I still don’t think the album is a full representation of the evolution that has taken place since the last record, it’ll do for now and I’m truly, truly excited about it. The adrenalin has kicked in; the high from music making has always been an unparalleled sensation.
See you in November 2011.
You know how sometimes you don’t realize that you’re waiting for a phone call until you receive it? That happened approximately 30minutes ago.
One of my favourite people (who enjoys hiding under her rock where she goes on skype to have video chats with me while I hide under my rock) is back on homeground and a commitment to hang and to go on chicken rice ball trip is in order.
The plan is to drive up to Malacca (my favourite town across the causeway), eat chicken rice balls, camwhore and possibly dig for treasures in cramped little antique shops ‘cos we’re gluttons, vainpots and old souls. The last time I went there, I ended up hauling back the vinyls that started my humble musty vinyl collection.
So, yay! We are finally going on the great escape we have talked about so much when we were separated by oceans. There was a time when the middle east was where our middle ground was. Now that we’re both in the same country, that makes escaping so much easier.
So it’s malacca for now… Till I land my feet on european soil so we can conquer the world together, while we hide under a rock.
Dear “Armour”, I am happy you’re back. I’ve missed you. <3