I need some melody. I need some lines. Nothing melodramatic but just a escape from humdrum. I am trying to write a song or just a prose maybe. Where do I begin? This block seems heavy actually. This writer’s block. This long silence has been the highs and lows of my sound waves. The dead of night are the beats and the keys striking the drums in my ears. It’s getting tedious. I am trying to break this hiatus. But my heart I break instead.
I am looking for lines and melody anxiously. A sudden surge of thoughts would do. I reckon I have found fragments and pieces of them here before. From the uncomprehendable smiles of my little boy Judah to his heart-wrenching cries only his Creator understands. From a horizon painted by the colliding colors brought by the sun to an army of stars afar in a nightsky. From an obscure moment sitting on the waves and tides of a heavy traffic propelling noise on a busy street (where I started writing this). From the simple summer walks and complexity of unexpected rains. From my future hopes, past and present pains. I’ve been here before. I am looking back, within and ahead. From the tapping of the thirsty pen to the foot. At the count of 1,2,3, then suddenly something just kicks and clicks. My heart still beats and lungs still breathe all along.
Then I ask. Am I my own melody? Am I my own song? Am I my own art? Maybe. But then again to realize I am all in all a masterpiece of God.
Afterall, there still seems art in the noise and this hiatus. So its time to rise and sing again. Strike up the band again.
So I pray, God, music please…
This record is 10 years in the making and my first full-length. It was indeed a journey and an awakening.
My previous years revolved around experimenting on sounds, songwriting, recording, playing at our local church and a little bit of charity work. These have become a cycle of my life and I never have imagined the long journey all these took. From a pile of songs I’ve written, I have thought of releasing a full length album. The past years were more of searching and anticipating. I eagerly went through an unorthodox process of writing and recording. I was just sure of this passion and work that kept progressing. It has been impelling to be impregnated with songs waiting for full birth.
I still remember those days of discovering, learning and trying as teenager. I remember that song I wrote where I won in a songwriting contest in high school. I remember those early days I was recording songs on casette tape. I have witnessed the sunset of cassettes and VHS’s, the rise and fall of CD’s and the emergence of digital music.
And here we go. The album is out within this internet-hyped era. Thank God I would not have been able to afford releasing an album during the days of labels and compact discs.
Life is a series of waking up and this is what this record is all about. It is about rising above our existence, impossibilities, needs and struggles. It is about the tangibility of joy, pain and everything in between. It posts the questions of what and how we wake up and live for each day. It tells that there is a soul that has to be awakened more than just this physical body. It took some inspiration from Psalm 57:8 “Wake up, soul! Wake up, harp! wake up, lute! Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”
I thank God for the opportunity and freedom to write songs about this life as it all will resound back to Him. Check out my sounds out and feel free to share it to your world…
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If a picture paints a thousand words,
A song of a dozen words paints a picture.
As an indie artist just starting to venture the music business, every exposure opportunity from a small or large scale is valuable. To seek after these opportunities sometimes can be difficult. I am grateful to have been offered a chance to get my music out to a certain group of audience.
A month ago, students from a nearby and prominent university, Saint Louis University, found me on the internet and asked me to be interviewed. And you don’t have to guess the initial reaction. I said yes with no hesitation. I was delighted to have known it was for a film fest for this year in their university. A poster and documentary/music video will be the entries featuring my singles “Unos” and “Strong” from my recent benefit EP.
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Getting wrapped inside the arms as if saying that you are accepted – this is a place called embrace. Yes indeed, embrace is a place. It could be the narrowest yet the fondest. It sometimes won’t let you escape yet freeing. It could mean nothing at times but could never lose its worth. It pulls you in a place that feels safest – a place like home; a place like heaven.
Write your thoughts on a tablet. Let them flow like surging electricity from your imagination to your pen. Wonder how its ink draws a picture of your ramblings when it taps into this source of power. Let nothing disrupt your ideas. The blueprint of your dreams is your frame to possibility. Let your spirit carve marks on your placid paper where your sound is written. Soon your scribbled riddles find their meaning and turn pages of this journey to a story lighting up history. Let them not be forgotten or forsaken.
Write what’s in your heart. Pour them out like spilling water colors into an empty canvas. Let it expose the passion in your blood. You are not willing to hold your peace forever. For the ones you love and for what you love to do, for art and peace and food for the soul, write with the power of the pen.
“Write the vision and make it plain upon tablets, that he may run that readeth it.” – Habakkuk 2:2
PS- Have you felt its power lately? Let us know.
“Unos” means storm . Its translation cannot be sugar-coated. It stands for what it means. How does this sound to somebody who suffered devastation from the calamity it brings? It’s a natural phenomenon but the pain it causes may be difficult to measure. It may be as difficult as knowing how to comfort and identify the deeper needs of those who have felt its rage. Its terror even lingers in its aftermath. Seeing a dark cloudy sky or a single raindrop may provoke a trauma. A child’s sniveling might mean more than hunger pangs. Many may have seemed betrayed by the sunny days’ promise of a bright tomorrow. Now it’s life after a deathly blow.
We are still trying to find ways to aid typhoon Haiyan survivors on top of what’s tangible. Join us in this endeavor as our relief operations continue and as rebuilding process takes longer. Your prayers and kindness are a worthwhile cause. And may the songs in this project somehow give us a glimpse of hope. Buy music here and proceeds will be used for this cause.
“Every good and perfect gift is from the Father of heavenly lights who do not change like shifting shadows. ” -James 1″17
What was on God’s mind when He created you? Ah, gifts! And He didn’t have to go changing His mind upon giving you the gifts you have inside. He need not have to abort the gifts and even the dreams He had for you. God was very particular when he thought of what gift he would give you. He knew exactly what gift to adorn you. Each one has to be good at something.
For some, their gifts may already be blooming and for the others, still getting polished. And the rest, they are yet to be discovered. Like a buried treasure, we gotta dig deep for us to discover and bring out what wonder it could bring.
To have a light heart requires giving up.
I am not that person who is very good at packing things up before a travel. More often than not, I forget the more important things to bring and rather going excess in taking things I thought needed but not. I tend to worry about events I might get engaged to on that place I will travel to. I get caught in too much “what-if’s” – what if I would be invited in a formal gathering… well I think, it’s good to bring one other best clothing I have to look even better… would it be nice to bring all your favorite books so I can have a good selection on what to read depending on my mood…? And how about this bulky guitar I just need to bring to entertain myself…? And boy, to tell you honestly, I go back and forth from the closet to the traveling bag asking what to pack and not to pack. I am not really so good at this. But, my mom I think is. She can fit in hundreds of so many stuffs in a single traveling bag. She can find a corner from a hulking traveling bag just to put in another. Problem, though arrive in the airport. My mom and we, then get forced to decide what to give up to avoid the excess baggage expensive charges. We end up saying goodbye to the
There are things we aren’t intended to bear. There are burdens not designed for us carry. Jesus never wanted us to be heavy-hearted. Jesus would be happy for us to be rested in the purpose he has assigned for each one of us. So please don’t get into trouble trying to do too much forgetting the highest purpose God has ordained for us. God’s unique purpose for each one of us – this is the yoke Jesus wants us to carry together with Him. And this yoke is easy He promised “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” [Matthew 11:30] It is tailor-fit for whatever form of shoulder we each have. It is difficult to take an identity that is not us. There’s an invitation from our Lord to take the yoke purposed for each of us and give up our heavy-weighted pretensions.
And this Christmas, please…. Let your heart be light! This a song for you.
Breathing out. Letting your lungs vent unreservedly through those cave-like hairy nostrils. Sometimes caused by stimuli or just a voluntary act to express an emotion being roused inside. Or maybe letting out a revolution that’s casketed deep within. Comes out in a burst and at times with grace. Sometimes shallow. Superficial. Deep. Long. Maybe seeking serenity. This fuss has to be hushed.
Exhalation needs to happen for the weary. The thwarted. The burdened. The frustrated The disappointed. The disheartened. The relieved. The flattered. The placid. The losers. The saddened. The candid. The impatient. The secured. The unconcerned. The breath-taken. It comes when seeing the sunset. The stars. The moonlight. The beach. The gleaming blue sky. And sure it happens when spotting lovers from the eyes of the dreamer. It does happen: exhalation.
Never are these breathing-in-and-outs hidden from God and He cares about what you’re going through. You make them. God then hears them, counts them, and feels them.
Your sighs. No matter how heavy. No matter how silent.
“All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.” – Psalm 38:9