For years now, I dream of making my own album. I never cared if it will be popular. What matters is, I HAVE AN ALBUM. Silly tunes and amateur lyrics composed that “album.” I was like 14 or 15 then and those lyrics were really superficial.
My all time favorite song of mine then was entitled Juliet. I composed that song when I was in Third Year, when I cannot get over the 1960’s Romeo and Juliet movie. It was pretty superficial, but what I do? I was still a junior back then!
Other songs about love came. I never knew why I wrote of love before where in fact, my love life before was zero (well, until now). There was this literal song about breaking apart. There was another song about missing someone. It’s funny to say that I did write songs about those.
If I could only dream.
My ambitions went higher.
As soon as I have written a few pages of my “first novel” — which was never finished — I started writing another song about it. But after creating the song, I got tired of writing the story and Amber (the supposed name of the main character) went to waste.
I am but an ambitious writer and composer at the same time. I feel like creating good music, but, my vocabulary’s not that much, my creativity’s down low, and etcetera etcetera. But still, I continued writing and writing. How ambitious I am, right?
I never stopped making songs, and writing stories. However, I kinda stopped writing songs for a while because I focused myself to writing stories. I thought of plots which are out of the pop culture. I mustered every creative berry i could find. And the products were kinda good. Some friends cried over a story of mine, which I consider my second best story. Hmmm. That is the only story I ever shared to others. I’m afraid, they might not like them. But personally, I do like them.
My plots are unique, as far as I know. I create unpredictable twists and endings which I believe will make the person breathless after reading them. I write a story based on a song, based on true stories, and based on, uhhm, anything. I’ve created a lot of them albeit they have been hidden in my shelf.
And so, my passion for making music rose again. Owl City, the great musical genius which I admire most, inspired me to write songs which are not that literal but have meanings. His music did not only dwell on love, they dwell on everything, even with dental care! The lyrics would make one think, and the tune would make one sing to it. And what makes him a great musician is that, he creates all the accompaniments, and the second voices. In short, he produces his songs. How great is that.
Now, I write songs which are not only about love. Being a solitary man, I write songs about myself — figuratively. There are some love songs, but, those were reminiscence of the girls I should have had relationships with. But forget about love for the mean time. These songs would readily attack me, my way of living, and my life. A line of one of my songs said, “my wits have been drained, i’m so out of track, and all things i’m doing are creating cracks” speaks of how I’ve been making mistakes all the time. And there paraded other songs of mine.
I do not mean to brag, but, as humble as I am, no one heard these songs yet. I plan not to let anyone hear them, because, they’re not that good. I just wanted to show how I’ve lived up to be a solitary man.
Wait, there is this difference with me and Owl City, considering the fact that his music is my inspiration. My genre is not techno though. It’s a combination of acoustic, a little pinch of techno, a littler pinch of country, a little pinch of RnB, a little of — err I ran out of genres. It’s like that. I use my guitar to write songs and the piano occasionally.
One similarity though is that, he is an insomniac and he works at night. My creative juices only come out at night also so that is the time I could creates songs. But I still make songs any time of the day, though.
So, came the thought of another “album” of mine. This contains my most recent songs about solitude, about love, about God, and everything. It’s called Lost for Words. I do not know if this will ever materialize. But if it would, I’d be the happiest man alive. :D One problem though. My recorder is kinda low tech so I probably guess it would never materialize, and for God’s sake, I’m only 17! There’ll be many things I would stumble on. But hey, why not start now right?
i’ve dyed my whole hair with a pitch brown called auburn and drove deep into the long range of mountains. The trees around me are all lofty and stern and the songs of the black birds are scanty and plain
I know I will laugh at myself when I read this blog again, but anyway, Good Night Folks.
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