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Twentysomething

April 14, 2010

Jamie said he stopped singing this song at his concerts after he turned 30, when a fan cornered him and asked him why he stopped singing it. “But I’m 30-something now, and will sound like a right idiot singing this one,” he responds. “But I’m twenty-five!” She says. “So this one’s for all you twentysomethings who don’t have a clue what to do with their lives.” he says, before launching into this one.

After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought

Maybe I’ll go traveling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
I could work for the poor, though I’m hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we’re just the same

Maybe I’ll go to the gym, so I don’t get fat
Aren’t things more easy, with a tight six pack
Who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can’t even separate love from lust

Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans
Working nine to five, answering phones
But don’t make me live for my Friday nights
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights

Don’t wanna get up, just have a lie in
Leave me alone, I’m a twentysomething

Maybe I’ll just fall in love
That could solve it all
Philosophers say that that’s enough
There surely must be more

Love ain’t the answer, nor is work
The truth eludes me so much it hurts
But I’m still having fun and I guess that’s the key
I’m a twentysomething and I’ll keep being me

Anyway it was such a kickass concert. He was mixing music on the stage impromptu, whacking random things on stage to mix into a beat, strumming the insides of the piano. Telling us to take as many photos and videos as we wanted. It helped that we are sitting in line of the exact spot where his piano was, in the third row. How he walked off the stage with no warning to perform the best version of Cry Me A River, which totally trumped Justin’s version by the way, and climbing on the seat barriers of the Esplanade. Totally irreverent and probably giving the Esplanade staff and security heart attacks. Then encouraging us all the come to the front of the stage, and getting the relatively old crowd on their feet and screaming and jumping. He played past the expected time, which I have never experienced in Western artistes, and still raised his finger for “One more?” when you expected him to go, and closed the show with my favourite “All At Sea”. You go, Jamie. You raised the bar; you gave it a 150%. Much love.

And that’s not all. He gave an autograph session after that, so although no photos, we got to meet him for a few seconds and thank him personally. Sweeet. Now that’s what I call exceeding expectations and totally delighting this customer. His lovely (and quite charming and well-dressed) band were quite the sports, gamely posing for photos because weren’t allowed to take them with Jamie.

Ning didn’t bring her camera and all I had was my terrible hp camera, so that’s the best representation I could give of the night.

So sorry, Jason Mraz, YOU LOSE. Jamie has my fanship now, in live performances at least. I paid about the same amount for the miserable performance you gave at Indoor Stadium last year, you know.

Anyway, a funny quote I should remember, cough cough.
A blog is a broadcast, not a publication. If it stops moving, it dies.
- Andrew Sullivan

Mr Children- Kurumi

August 2, 2008

I remembered this song when I was sifting through my email. It’s one of my favourites and helped me out in a difficult time. Although the lyrics and video no long make me bawl like it used to- now it makes me think of Ecclesiastes!-  it still means a lot to me.  I had to file it here for the memories it brings. (And I can always look to Mr Children for bursts of creative inspiration!)

Tell me, Kurumi
What do you see looking at this city
How do I look to you now?

Tell me, Kurumi
When I start to hear the sarcasm in someone’s kindness
What am I to do?

Remembering only the good times
though it makes me feel like I’ve aged a sum
But you gotta be one of the gears
Trying to get turning
You can have only as much despair as you have hope.
But still, my heart trembles at the thought of the future
‘What’s going to happen?’
I try to imagine.

Tell me, Kurumi
If time will eventually wash it all away
Then life must be a simple affair.

Tell me, Kurumi
Since then I haven’t cried once
But, neither have I had many good laughs

Somewhere I did up the buttons wrong,
By the time I notice, there’s one button leftover
And similarly one button hole, in need of a button
If you find meaning in finding someone then fine
You can have only as many partings
As you do encounters
Still my heart trembles at the thought of hope.
Everytime I encounter a crossroads
I’ll fret over which way to go but…

Eventhough I want more than I have now
I sing for an unchanging love
that’s what makes the gears turn
With the burden of more than I need,
Making a dull grinding sound
You can have only as much despair as you do hope
And still my heart trembles
At the thought of the future
“What’s going to happen?”
Let’s imagine
You can have only as many partings
As you do encounters
And still my heart trembles at the thought of hope
Guess there’s no turning back,
So I’ll go on, to a road without you.

April 5, 2006

Damien Rice, (From 30th March)- WARNING: Very long and rambly post ahead

Damien’s gig was like how I feel about a lot of movies: When you’re actually in it, you don’t think it was all that good. In fact I found him to be fairly lacking in emotion at the beginning, and he actually caused my mind to wander during some of his songs, horrors! He was not in-your-face glorious like Jason’s was. It was certainly interesting, but didn’t grab you. But then, on hindsight, when you get home and chew it over, you do feel that it had something, and you want to go back and see it all over again, to re-analyse, thinking you may have missed out on some finer points. This was largely due to the adorable Childish, (see previous post) though he forgot the lyrics of the last verse. Bah.

What failed for me:

1) Do you think it is a huge and heinous crime for an artist to forget his lyrics onstage? Because that’s what Damien did, frequently. He sang only two verses of Lonelily, ironically forgot the beginning of “I Remember”, and sang only the first part of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. [which nonetheless was a very pleasant surprise because I love that song and always thought it would be apt for him to cover it, being the emo, religiously confused person he is] Ning says I cannot blame him as it was a mere innocent concert cover, but honestly, if you cannot sing Hallelujah in its entirety, you should not sing it all.
It’s like how I once went into a custom T-shirt shop. A customer had requested for a shirt that read LET THE MUSIC PLAY with the comment “An album should be listened to in its entirety!” Amen, brother.
An un-named newspaper said this forgetfullness “added to his eccentric charm”. It could work, depending on how you perceive it. But shouldn’t you be able to remember the songs that you wrote yourself? Shouldn’t he have prepared himself when he decided he was going to have a concert? Forgetting lyrics loses your audience’s trust, your connection. You want to bring a message, and how sincere can you be about it if you forget the message itself?

2)
Despite the billing, Damien Rice is very much a band. Without these added components he would be very good, going on excellent; with them, he becomes unstoppable.
-BarFly Club

The rest of his band did not show. For any other artist, just a man and his guitar would be a good thing. I very much welcome stripped down music, because that’s music in its purest form. It worked fabulously for Mr Mraz, because instead of having to contend with annoying electric guitars or synthesizers or drum sets and fancy lights, we could focus on his voice and words. But for Damien, it is a serious crime, and the quote expresses why exactly: Damien Rice is not a solo artist. “Damien Rice” is a band. One of the reasons that Damien is such a phenomenon is because he his “second voice” Lisa Hannigan to counter him, to argue. Having two points of view is dynamic and fascinating and and complete with Vyvienne Long on cello (the third voice), for quiet, melancholic musing, it is, well, whole, full circle, a personification of the idea of “O”.
When he’s alone, he has to sing both counter verses where the two-view style is crucial in songs like I Remember and Volcano. And when he also had to sing the cello part in the latter himself, it all falls flat.

3) Where it’s not his fault: He got better towards the end, when he did sing Cheers Darlin’ and Eskimo quite beautifully. He did The Blower’s Daughter to perfection, dragging I can’t take my eyes off you, flawlessly into Creep, before coming back again to his “Till I find somebody new” in a punchy, almost mocking way, which I enjoyed very much. However, I think a big part of my problem was that
a)I have listened to the album to death and analysed it to the last note. There were no new revelations, nothing to be discovered. There wasn’t much to surprise me. Music has to creep up on you and surprise you, at the right moment, when you least expect it, and there wasn’t much room for that here. Which isn’t a bad thing, because how many albums do you actually want to listen to death, from beginning to end? It was an incredible album.
b) Although the idea of him having a muse and him singing about just her and only her and how he can’t have her through the whole album is beautiful thematic unity, I have outgrown the idea and can’t help but think, “Gawd, why can’t you just get over her and sing about something else!” (Sudden flashback of Jude Law’s character in Gattaca going “you’re boring me” in perfect arrogance) Which is also why I appreciated Childish so much. It breaks this mold.

What worked for me:

1)Aesthetics. The hippie clothes and bad hair, how he looks like he’s been travelling for a very, very, long time when this is in fact his first concert in bloody ages, the rug, the candles, and ooh, the candelabras. Incredible fun.

2)He ain’t no showstopper, but it’s all good. He is an insecure, awkward creature, so much like Craig Thompson only through music- his talent is so much bigger than himself, he doesn’t know quite what to do with it. He doesn’t quite know what to say to us, either- He can’t stop putting himself down, and not in a smart-ass way, you feel that he actually believes it:
(On introducing an unreleased song to be on his new album)- “I’m not sure whether it’s going on the album at all, we recorded it, and it was shit, then we recorded it again, and it was still shit- I’ve been on a break for one and a half years, and if you don’t keep singing your range kind of goes off- and there are some parts in this song that go pretty high- just telling you first in case it’s shit”.
(Post-Lonelily) “That was rubbish- the first two verses over and over”
(On Childish): “The world was all about me, me, me. I thought it was okay and normal at first, until I realized that I was only hanging around with other singer-songwriters and we were all dicks.”
He also swears compulsively, even more when he forgets things. His ineloquence make him all the more fascinating.
And how when the concert ended he was all “Erm. Bye.” with an awkward wave, awkward pause, minced off.
In short, Damien is a fascinating character study. Heh heh.

3)Request compliant: Showed his sincerity, which could be mutually exclusive from the part about him forgetting lyrics, but well, singers are weird creatures. He did much more song requests that audience members yelled out than I think were really required, and furthermore rare stuff where he had to play some experimental chords on his guitar before he could remember, like Accidental Babies. That was very nice of him indeed. And going to sit on the edge of the stage to play Lonelily just for the person who requested it and asking for the mic to be cut because he was embarassed that he couldn’t remember the words was a potentially uncomfortable yet lovely, unscripted little moment.

4)Explains his art. He bothered to explain his songs to us. I especially loved that! It’s always wonderful to hear about a work of art from its source. Even if in his own rather stumbling way, it was very sweet and sincere of him.

5)His pretty accent. Of course, the Irish accent helped. Sorry. :)

In short-

Yay
1) Endearingly awkward
2) Explains- Sincere
3) Does requests- Sincere
4) Hippie

Nay
1) Forgets lyrics- lacks sincerity
2) No band
3) Emo, “World revolves around me” mentality…
…Though Damien insists he’s not like that any longer. I can’t wait for the May album, then, to see whether he’s really changed.

Or is just a little older, that’s all.

April 5, 2006

Read this if you are feeling gloomy

Because it is the cutest, funniest little song ever, good enough on paper, magnified twofold live. He ain’t bad sad, but when Damien learns to laugh at himself, now it’s a treat.

I’m so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I’m so deep

Well I’m so garish, a little unfairish
The way I pick you up, and drop you in a heap

I’m so unfaithful, in fact I’m a plateful
I won’t kiss her, but I’ll stare her up all night

I’m a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger
If you’re coming, come prepared for a fight

Well I’m so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I’m so deep

Well I’m so uncaring, do far too much swearing
And if you read through my behaviour, you’ll find I’m a creep

I’ll play a stormer, yet in the corner
I’ll be grumpy on my own, like I don’t care

I’m a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger
With a big rip, in the arsehole of my flares

Well I’m so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I’m so mad

I’m so truthful, a little bit bruteful
But in sooth I know not, why I am so sad

I try my bestest, well as far the restest
Well it’s just stuff that comes out wrong, and gets misunderstood

I’m a dandy little dreamer, a doctored misdemeanour
A didactic destiny schemer,
Bear with me if you would.

[Damien Rice, Childish]

March 17, 2006

My breath fogged up the glass/So I drew a new face and laughed

The first thing you notice about Jason Mraz when he walks onto the stage is… well, you don’t. You half think that he’s the lighting guy, in cap, crumpled white T-shirt and jeans.

Nothing about him stands out, remotely.

But then he straps on his guitar, strums a few casual chords, whistling in sync with percussionist Toca Riveria, teasing, winking, waving. And you know- and he knows- that he has every right to be here. And he launches into Plane.

He sings every word so unabashedly pure and true.

He covers Elton John’s Rocket Man, with the audience singing “I think it’s gonna be a long long time” for a really long time. Oh, he’s a tease.

Mraz ain’t the man to raise your kids

The inexplicably gorgerous Please Don’t Tell Her.

Please don’t tell her because she really doesn’t need to know
That I’m crazy like the rest of us

After which he quietly muses. “Singing that reminded me that I haven’t gotten over her.”
There’s a stunned silence- who says stuff like that to a concert hall full of people?
And then he grins. “I just said that to make you feel sorry for me.”

As the audience sings You and I Both in unison, he twiddles the lyrics of the bridge. Has it changed for him, I wonder?

He muses on the beauty of the Esplanade. “Makes me think that we should have dressed up a little, huh? Perhaps I should be singing this instead.” And starts to sing opera-style, really well.

Toca can’t stop laughing, which is incredibly infectious. He harmonizes perfectly with Jason, and tells blonde jokes.

The mood turns philosophical with The Boy’s Gone and Life is Wonderful, which has us hanging on to his every word.

What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded?

I half feel that I am at a poetry recital of sorts, I am listening that intently.

It takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is

At the end, he plays the strains of I’m Yours. I am so happy that I am squeezing Wanzhi’s arm and am sure that I am going to burst into tears. And midway through the song, to my bewilderment, he conjures this little hook out of nowhere.

Scoot a little, scoot scoot a little closer, so I can nibble on your ear

Which makes us giggle like schoolgirls. His background of high school theatre couldn’t be clearer. The man can’t stop parodying himself.

Here I am exaggerating the end of this song

When the lights come up, the people around me are wearing huge grins.

I have had a perfect night.


Sorry, no other pictures. They are a poor reflection of and, in fact, a mild insult to the memory.

March 15, 2006

Oh. My. Gosh. Damien Rice. In Singapore? It’s all too oxymoronic. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
How else would you get Kings of Convenience, Jason Mraz, Jamie Cullum and Damien Rice to perform here within the span of 4 weeks?

And it’s all so bittersweet because Ning’s not in Singapore. :(

Damien Rice
Suntec Convention Centre
March 30, 8 p.m.
$68, $98, $148

Anyone interested? Please call me by Friday.

March 14, 2006


So before you point your fingers
Be sure your hands are clean

-Bob Marley, “Judge Not”

February 25, 2006

I’m feeling pretty cheerful right now, because the radio’s playing lots of old music from like wow, the ’90s! Boyz II Men, Alanis Morissette, 5ive, Vitamin C. I’m really getting old.

Finally got down to studying today. You just rest a little, and then you’re up to your chin in work again. :( Anyhow the term is moving really quickly, which makes me really happy. Most projects should be cleared in the next two weeks, then it’ll be the mad race to the finish again.

Falling into the water will not kill you.
It is staying there that will drown you.
Happiness is a choice.

And that’s what I choose to be.

Now, back to FA again.

February 1, 2006

Oh Brokeback, where art thou?

Lately I’m being forced to think of my time in terms of opportunity cost, and that isn’t very good for my mental health. To counter such evils I have been listening to the happy music of the past- The Moffatts are one excellent antidote-

“Take a look around,
Tell me what you’ve found.
Life is a mystery
And we’re all spellbound,
And maybe we’re tiny planets
Stuck in a big black hole.
And maybe God’s the only one
that can free our soul.”

Hey, anyone who can pull off lyrics like that with a straight face is truly deserving of our respect ok! (Ning, take a guess where that is from, no cheating!)

- and happily awaiting the blueprint of a movie I have always wanted to see happen.


Trailer = here! =

Oh, the sadness and beauty and richness it pulses with, the romanticism of a time and place in which we will never be part of and hence covet!

Now I will go and continue living.


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