Saturday, January 24, 2009

John Murphy - Sunshine OST - and Random Thoughts

John Murphy, who collaborated with Danny Boyle on several prior films, composed a hauntingly uplifting soundtrack for “Sunshine,” a film of elegant poignancy. And while I can cross-analyze every note, I feel it a pointless endeavor, as you can simply decipher its greatness on your own…

Trailer set to “Lux Aeterna” from the Requiem for a Dream OST

I confess I haven’t been in the mood for writing lately. First of all, Performer Magazine consolidated its offices to Boston in an effort to survive the economic downfall, resulting in regional layoffs and massive organizational changes. Sadly, our West Coast Editor, Katherine Hoffert, is no longer with Performer. She’s a fantastic person and I owe her a lot (a lot). Katherine, best of luck to you (not that you’ll need it).

Secondly, and on a wholly separate note, the past month left me experiencing a form of true love I had never known before… and in a devious twist of fate, I learned it could never be. But for her, I’ll always hold a sense of caring that permeates deeper than anything else, that I could be content just being there always, if only to make her happy, even if I can’t truly be hers.

“Mercury” – Poignant and Simple

Anyway, it’s a new year and I thought it appropriate to share the soundtrack to “Sunshine,” one of my favorite films by one of my favorite directors. The film is hopeful but somber, and the characters find humanity through deep sacrifice and their ability to endure. Such is life.

And I promise I’ll try and write more


“The Surface of the Sun” – The Film’s Grand Number

“Only dream I ever have… is it the surface of the sun?
Every time I shut my eyes… it’s always the same.”

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Old Poem – "Seconds"

Found this in my external hard drive. I think I wrote it eight years ago.

One second makes me happy,
one second makes me cry.
Two can hold me down,
but just one more can make me fly.
If I live to 82,
1,994,752,800 until I die.

Happy New Year! :-)

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Backpacking the East Coast

Words cannot describe how meaningful it was for me to quit my job and backpack the East Coast. I will never forget the places I saw, nor will I stop loving the people I encountered (unless, of course, I suffer a case of explosive amnesia). Words cannot describe the change that occurred within me those three weeks, but if I had to try, it would go as follows:


Enjoy :)

(Click the titles for my reviews on some of the places I visited…)

Where at least three people know my name…

New York City
Brilliant bright lights and beautiful people…

Washington, DC
At least trying to learn something historical…

Virginia Beach
Three days here was four days too many…

New Orleans
“I got Bourbon-faced on shit street,” aka, Land of Classy Tees…

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Deeper @ Beale Street Bar and Grill

She swayed back and forth, eyes closed, as her voice drove with grit and tension. Her right hand gently caressed the microphone, sliding up and down the stand in a manner slightly more than suggestive...

This is the method to which Deeper conducts their eclectic blend of rock. A dash of punk with a hint of metal, mixed with (self-proclaimed) influences ranging from Bowie to Nirvana, one never really knows what to expect.

"This song is dedicated to a cowboy," announced lead songstress, Kristy (last names omitted from public presentation), before beginning the extraordinarily fluid song, "Normal." The technical proficiency of guitarist, Eric, was displayed through a complex weave of hammer-ons, pull-offs and brilliant riffs. Drummer, Bob, was spectacular, driving the song to perfection. Bassist, Ben, laid down a smooth groove that really elevated the music. And, of course, Kristy's perfectly pitched vocals, kicking into overdrive during the most opportune moments, added the final dose of emotive energy.

From their online bio: We spew the politics of self. We play rather loud (for ourselves, not for the kids... never for the kids).

Kids are stupid, anyway...