May 27, 2015

Eargasm



Charice may have lost a few of her massive fan base by her unpopular decision to come out. It's brave, but is it necessary? I'd say it is. A true artist has to find her core and be vulnerable with it to channel necessary emotion to invoke inspiration.  However idiosyncratic it is, it becomes her ticket to legitimacy of her craft.

Her recent performance in Asia's Got Talent marked her arrival as a true artist. The sincerity of it, the calmness of her demeanor, the restraint and her intuitive approach to draw poignant emotion marked her maturity as a great singer.  No longer does she need to belt out a high note with pitch perfect clarity to prove her worth as an artist, as she knows she's no longer playing in that old arena she once fearlessly dominated. Let's leave it to the amateurs to embrace a tacky display of vocal prowess at the expense of losing the integrity of the song. It's a breathe of fresh air to see her finally getting attuned to the true essence of singing her heart out. This is the first time I truly enjoyed listening or rather savoring every melancholic melody of the song. No disrespect to Sam Smith but I'm actually more inclined with Charice's version, because I felt more connected with it.

In the end, we remember the emotion the song carried through more than the bravado of how technically flawless it was rendered.  It is pure "eargasm."

Charice let your honesty and vulnerability continue to shine through in every performance.  Not aĺl artist can manage to pull it off as gracefully as you can.

I hear you now better than ever.

February 25, 2015

Raise Your Paws Up!



Raise your paws up, ‪‎little monsters‬! The Gaga is so back! I remember the risk I took upon declaring my allegiance to the cult of little monstrosity- the judgmental look of my friends, the mean retort of some of them, telling me Gaga is just a lame Madonna-wannabe. All these I endured because I see the spark of a real star in Gaga. After the dust settles, I feel so vindicated now.


February 10, 2015

That Thing Called Tadhana

 
 

I'm a sucker for happy endings, reason why I love watching romcom. But ‪‎That Thing Called Tadhana‬'s culminating in a rather unpopular ending almost makes me scream, "Why?! ... p*** naman o!" But on my way home, I've realised ok pala s'ya. We need more of these movies to remind us of the beauty of unconventional happy endings. OK, we may may have different take on it, either way, I love the fact that Anthony is happy, yun naman importante di ba? Popular happy endings make us hard-wired to have linear expectations of our own love life. It makes us "atat" to see its end, which should be predictably happy. And there lies the problem, because it doesn't operate that way all the time. The movie may remind us of the lessons we've learned from the hullabaloo of our past loves. It reinforces us to look at the bright side of it, whether we're at the losing end. After all, love is multidimensional.  It's all about perspective, baby!  

November 18, 2014

Take Me To Church


There's always a definitive song that carries me through a natural trance and  momentarily elates me, leaving my senses extra perceptive of the grandness of life. I'm not a junkie. But few songs certainly give me a natural high. This song is one of those I wish I could have written myself to feed my ego a pompous euphoric feeling of relevance.  Some carnal euphemisms are ought to be told this way.


October 28, 2014

Remember When


When I was younger, I've dreamt of love as pure and enduring as Carl and Ellie's. But as I experienced it for the first time, my insatiable appetite for all its frivolities kept me searching for more. It was all about the spark and the magic. Then I was caught up with reality. I've become too self-aware that the spark is just a spark and the magic is just a spell.  They all faded right through my eyes, sometimes as feebly as the fireflies.  I grew tired of it. I stopped yearning for it.  But in those unguarded moments, when you least expected to see it, much worse in an animated movie, that gripping display of pure unadulterated love made me sob profusely. The loneliness was magnified exponentially, it became unbearable. Then I would try  to "remember when," but  I could not access anything worthwhile.  My memories failed me. Sometimes a song is all it takes to launch me into full-blown melancholia. It's cruel.

 




October 8, 2014

A "Plus-One"-less Coffee Table Situation


Coffee shops have been my refuge, offering a solitary crib in its nook and cranny as I either transfix into my current bibliotherapy - the oftentimes funny but mostly poignant memoirs of gay men that came before me - or eavesdrop on the melodrama of its patron's predicament on work, love or whatever consumes them at the moment. Sometimes it turns out to be a fresh form of entertainment. Different personalities and discourses lingering through the ambient interiors and symphonious acoustics almost make up for the humdrum of my "plus-one"-less coffee table situation. These places are silent witnesses of the kaleidescope unfolding of colorful caricatures of the cosmopolitan. It gives me a kindred sense of belongingness no matter how seemingly detached I am with human connection.