... and I'm beginning to sense a change - I'm more restless and less at ease. I want more answers than questions thrown at me for the last couple of days. Simplicity has become complicated.
My memory continues to slide - I gotta do this. [LINE] WHITE - I think it started out on a really plain night. Everyone's busy with something except me, so I just idled. A particularly sticky riff stuck to me, and I decided to just do it for kicks. It's straightforward enough I think - word for word, just express this yeah. Oh, scream alot.
NIGHT ENDS - this was the start of a different approach. Wrote this when the Team broke, and focused on a lot of past and present. No future mentioned I think. Should be expressed as it was originally written for. Can try the chorus melody, but I think the current one's good. Recorded Wayne at AMX, one of the last 2 songs to be done there. I think he didn't really want to do this one though. Ha!
FINE - Wayne play the original tune on the electric initiall, I wrote the chorus first. Supposed to be "love me", not "love him". Recorded only the next day when we were drenched out with wine. Re-wrote a big part of it on the second day - I think I transformed myself into a 12 year old to do this one. "That Orphan Song" is what Rina calls it. I think it's a no brainer, though it should be a fun sort of thing. The claps came last before the vocals I think. Hey, it's toned down cos Wayne's loops were too darn slow. Not my fault. Percussive loops courtesy Wayne.
WHAT ABOUT US? - real old. Josh and I conceptualised this based on the handicapped era. MTV was short, so I don't think we wanna touch this. Consider re-recording the vocals though to see if we can get it right this time. Kinda sleepy.
G - this one's definitely when we were all high. Wayne played this, I played along, wrote something, Josh added something, ChunWai added something, then it was done. Vocals cannot be re-recorded, except for a couple of phrases. Feel's lost. Fixed and done deal. Or, remix the last bit with the electric. Unbalanced.
Darn...I'm getting sleepy.
WITH ME - Josh composed this quite a while back, but he never did finish it and hated it in fact. I tried to sing something the first time round, though nothing was written. That was also when we were high. Second round I finally sat down to find the tune and words for it. First piece to actually picturesque a situation of woman who lost her man. But I think I like it more gay. I fucking hate taboos. Also a consolation for myself for not being appreciated in a big way I think. Seriously lost track. Nonetheless, it's done. Too many strange progressions from Josh, but he produced the vocals nonetheless.
In case you are wondering, I'm actually typing this while running through all the tracks from start to end.
LADY - written pre-Wild Night. Josh composed this and I think it's got something to do with Mindie~ and Shinie~. About all that love shit. Female perspective, and now that I've finally recalled, its supposed to be done smooth and gentle, that's why the toned down expression. Second part is my own perspective. It's just very bent again. Gotta redo the vocals word for word. It's too complicated. Can't take this through chunk break downs.
DID - written post-Wild Night. I needed a lift. Seeing myself immortalised in that stupid doco was really aching and fulled out. I felt like puking. Something to just lift me up when I fall down. Please, redo the damned voice and harmonica. yeah, don't lengthen it. Nobody bothers.
WILD NIGHT - what can I say. Wayne was going through the roughest patch, I was about to leave the country. Last one to be done at AMX. This is my groove, and this is Wayne's tune. I remember he was most drunk as I have ever seen him. I was cringing with hunger but his feel just took over. I remember being knocked out for the next few days cos of gastricis from the hunger. Recorded till past midnight and only managed to grab a bite after. I think it's supposed to be a sad song.
NEW LIFE - I hated this song cos it cannot be finished. I don't intend to now. I don't think it made the cut into "I" also. I can't redo the vocals anymore, till I can remember why I had it written and sung this way. Best to copycat the original feel. Oh, all of us still regret giving this to Edwin's film. If I have one thing to say about that, "fuck you req". There's no need to cry, when there's no more feelings, what hurt you and I, was when we said goodbye. What love could not try, is take away the feelings, what wrecked you and I, was you and I.
REMBRANT - definitely instrument now the way I see it. I can't fucking finish this also. Might as well just leave it to its death. Oh, especially written for HRC DVD only, just thought it's too good to pass over.
I think that's about all I can remember now. If this helps, most of the vocals should come out munching. :wink:
"I felt very compelled to write this down and I will transfer this entire passage onto the blog as well.
I just walked out of an accident practically without a scratch. Was driving home from Eric's (Jurong) down towards town when the car skidded at a relatively easy bend along the highway. The car first swerved towards the right which I countered by turning left slightly. It didn't stop despite me jamming the breaks to the floor. The front left side hit the barrier wall and bounced off. The car continued to skid along, spinning till the rear right slammed against the barrier wall again. Everything was over as quickly as it happened, and the car finally braked to an abrupt halt just off the wall. I knew a car was following me from the back, it probably swerved when it saw what happened. It slowed down for a while, seemingly coming to a stop to help, but to my surprise, it sped off as quickly. I hit myself at several places, most of all my head against the head rest of the seat. It still hurts a little, but as you'd probably see, my writing is completely untidy - I think I held on to the steering wheel too tight. Either that, I think it hit something during the impact. Joshua was with me, he's alright too. Unscathed, and definitely in good spirits.
I'm glad to be in bed writing this out, but as much as the positivity goes, I'm beginning to wonder if something worse would to happen - I might be glad as well. Not paralysis, but death.
In a big way, I'm pent up. I just want a lot of things out of my hair. It hurts to know that I can only do so much. Okay. I'm complaining. Question is, what is really the value of life?
Morning expresso and french toast? or sunday morning at the beach for the breeze?
All I remember thinking was to keep the steering wheel locked straight. I didn't know for what. Death wasn't scary, but it has since become an option the moment the car started to skid. Yes, it was probably near-death experience, but come to think of it, my life didn't flash before me - for I can't remember it anyway - and definitely I knew I could try to at least control it. And that is scary - to know you can control it. Sadfully, I would like to know just why I kept it straight, why no one stopped to help, why I felt bad the car is trashed, and most of all, why I'm still alive. Translation ends here tonight. I think I'm gonna be sleepless for many more nights to come. 28th Oct 04, 4:34AM" [LINE] I wrote this after a shower and climbed into bed. My head still hurts a little from the impact, and my neck a little stiff. The car is in a bad shape, seemed to have been squashed out of proportion.
I'm drenched with red wine mainly, not knowing the direction I'm headed nor do I know exactly where I should be stopping. Only thing I know at this point in time is that I should have been out, by myself, wondering what comes next and not planning what comes up next.
Short ain't exactly the word: it's becoming cliche. Not that I have much to write about but time isn't exactly on my side. Any spares would be either spent on fomulations for Home. Otherwise, I'm just plain tired. In retrospect though, there has been some sort of improvements.
Key thing is that I'm forcing myself to play the diplomatic in business. I've just conceded defeat to a giant after some inside information revealed that the management of this particular giant is taking a 180 on their tyranny, making way for a more condusive learning environment for their company. And that spells trouble for me to a certain extent - happier staff, higher productivity. The forumla works every single time.
With that, I needed to match it with something else - not just conceding my defeat (note the game ain't over yet), but also readjusting my position to compliment their changes. The idea is to make it a win-win situation, and not continue to try beat the crowd.
As I've currently been in the profile of hitting the clients where it hurts them most - their pockets - I need to gather a bigger mercenary sales team to reach out or move out. Dire situations for a quater of the year is taking its toil on me, with explains the "shortness" of just about everything, even my attention span.
Perhaps you're right, moving on. But in more factual terms, I think it's massaging the tired feet. The road is getting uphill. Family is something none of us can be without. Please, relay this, Happy Birthday Von!
As for the return ticket, the "animator" is leaving for a couple of weeks instead down NZ. We haven't spoken for a long time - words still seem a little redundant and senseless at this point. Don't ask me why but anything beyond a smile from me would have been volcanous show of concern.
Nonetheless, we can do without the princess at the ball for now - afterall, having to leave by midnight would have made the party quite short-lived. Instead, find THAT period that the princess can stay longer, and we'll have a quicker meet-the-prince happy ending. No?
Interesting. :wink:
Anycase, I dred Monday: 3-in-1 major meeting internal in the day, and 2 back-to-back in the evenings. That leaves me a hardly useful brain by the end of the day that is just enough to kill monsters in bed. And if all proceed without objections, that will leave me with a week full of high-level meetings that wouldn't pay me a single cent for the next quarter. Planning for the future is so much easier with the calender of hints huh?
LOL I should have read that before I hit my last post!
Sincere apologies for missing out so much, not that it ain't interesting, but squeezing less than 10 words in a line and with a lot of lines, it just gets really clastrophobic to the eyes.
Anyhow, coming back, hit your own head when you get lost. That's been my faithful advice for years. Else, porn works out equally fine. I guess it doesn't really matter what you think sometimes? It's really how others think of you. Getting to Point A doesn't mean you've arrived. If you are travelling alone, at least see a sign that says Point A. If you have or are expecting company, and if they don't show up when you reach, what's the point of getting to Point A anymore?
Kid, if it ain't working, start packing. And I would have expected you suit up a long time back man.
And don't bother meeting. Call me selfish and self-centred, but I personally cannot stand being ignorant or being ignored. Just goes to show how much heart I have, or have been given. And in all honesty, love to many people these days is as easy as going to 7-11 for a 6-pack.
Still, it just occured to me - regardless of where we are, what we're doing, or how we're living, I think we're getting old dear, and its excruciating to know your own energy is sapped by those who just takes you like a 7-11. Maybe that's what we all are, but at least I'm turning myself into a pretty expensive and upmarket one.
... and I'm beginning to sense a change - I'm more restless and less at ease. I want more answers than questions thrown at me for the last couple of days. Simplicity has become complicated.