When you’ve gone through years of debilitating self-doubt, no amount of coaxing from other people can get you out of that slump other than yourself.
I learned it the hard way when I’ve hit rock bottom and no one can help me out of it. I even begin to have a not-so-pleasant view of people in general during that time — something that is both true and sad:
[Most] People only help those in need when they can get something out of it. In short, the moment you ask a favor from them, they’ll own you for life even if you’ve repaid that favor a thousand times.
Pessimism aside, it was an excruciating experience not worth repeating. In spite of all the crying and the sleepless nights, nobody was able to help me other than myself. Therefore, I hardened myself and face the facts that the only person I can depend on is myself.
I know that no man is an island and we are social beings. But being rejected a lot of times tend to be too painful and therefore, going along this mentality is a form of self-preservation.
Continue reading The World In Your Hands
Going back to my love for New Wave was like a trip down memory lane. I was magically initiated to the sounds of The Psychedelic Furs even before I knew how to spell the band’s name correctly. And if I remember correctly, that was around 1988 or 1989. I was too young to know how great an impact the songs that I’ve been listening to in my preference in music now. Suffice to say, my early indoctrination to the world of music was tasteful and classic.
After all these years, Heaven still manages to jump-start my heart into a sigh-ful puff of mush. The lyrics are like poetry and the way it was delivered was new wave at its finest.
Continue reading Versions: The Psychedelic Furs’ Heaven
Doing this segment often takes me somewhere where true artistry and ingenuity reigns. Oftentimes, the original versions of songs are eclipsed by cover versions done by less than popular but more talented artists such as what I’ll be featuring today.
For those who’ve been following this segment, you are much aware of my love and admiration for Ben Howard. Every note that comes out of his mouth is absolutely heartfelt and sounds like poetry — full of feelings and emotions that only someone with a deep understanding of the music and lyrics of a song can truly showcase. His versions of popular songs are truly magical for an indie music enthusiast. His has a calming quality that sometimes the original versions do not have. The world seemed to be a better place with artists like him around, sharing their talent and their gift in bringing color to a sometimes greyscaled existence.
Continue reading Versions: Lana del Rey’s Video Games