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Welcome to America, the Land of the Free. Well, sort of.

For many years, we’ve watched how the internet changed our lives. It has, quite a history, and its evolution is a rich and colorful one. Who can ever forget that piercing sound your dial-up modem makes in order to establish an internet connection? Who would ever think that such sound will be the gateway to a myriad of information, allowing people to learn like never before, as well as to communicate, share, and express their thoughts?

The internet has both been a friend and an ally. No one can ever deny how the internet has changed the world through technology and innovation, but there will always be loopholes that are of course, expected. Piracy became abundant over time, and the climactic removal of Napster’s services only showed us how copyright infringement has become a serious problem that needed to be dealt with. Fast forward to 2012—we find ourselves dealing with one bad cookie that aims to put an end to copyright infringement, but with a price: it threatens our freedom of speech.

SOPA, or the Stop Online Piracy act for those who abhor acronyms, is a bill that recently sparked controversy and heated debates. The bill, if ever approved, will give the power to all copyright owners such as film production studios, record labels, publishing houses and the like, to file court orders against websites that violates copyright restrictions. If this court order is approved, the website found guilty of copyright infringement needs to shut down and stop its services as a whole. Think these websites can fight back once a court order is issued to them? Fat chance. Justice can easily fold down a website, even without hearing its defense.

“So wait, I should not be concerned by this whole SOPA thing because I’m only a third party company who offered to host their website, right?” Wrong. Copyright holders, under SOPA, have the access to “a private right of action”, meaning they can easily put an end to a website’s payment processors, meaning the chances of you saying goodbye to your paycheck just got quadrupled. “Private right of action” also includes all kinds of companies who are involved in a website’s production.

To give you an idea how this works, let’s make good old Youtube as an example.

Youtube, as we all know, has become more than a video-streaming channel—it has turned itself into a social media powerhouse that allows people to share their experiences and talents through videos. What if, average Joe decides to produce a home video showing himself shooting hoops with perfection? For inspiration, he decides to use R.Kelly’s “I Believe I Can Fly” as background music. So under SOPA, big, mean corporations such as, say A & R or Warner Music (or whatever R.Kelly’s on) have the power to file a court order against Youtube and permanently shut down the website. Worst part is, R.Kelly’s record label can also request Youtube’s credit providers to stop processing payments to the site. So in the end, it’s bad news for Youtube and its millions of users, because the website is at risk of being taken down just because of an innocent man showing off his basketball prowess.

When SOPA is approved, the internet will never be the same. Imagine a curious mind that seeks for information—only to feel defeated after Google restricts his search options because of websites being pulled out by SOPA. Since SOPA threatens internet security by keeping an eye out on EVERYTHING the internet has to offer, censorship is abound, thus limiting creativity from happening. No creativity—no innovation. A world lacking in innovation is almost as pitiful as it sounds. Plus, no one wants to live in a world where information is filtered.

The negative consequences of SOPA don’t end here—the shutting down of our beloved websites isn’t the only thing being at risk here. Think of the millions of jobs that may be axed because of this bill. The internet provides information as well as jobs. Our economy(failing, more specifically) relies heavily on the internet. E-commerce, online advertising, and promotions are all internet-driven. When SOPA focuses its evil eye on businesses whose websites become suspected of violating copyright laws, what will become of the website programmers, website designers, web content writers, and advertisers who contributed to the success of the business? The threat of SOPA makes it harder to CREATE job opportunities for people who have degrees related to the computer and technology industry(and they are a lot) as well, because companies will rather turn into old-fashioned means of doing their business in an effort to avoid lost profits.

So it seems that the only benefactors of this whole SOPA situation are the heavyweight companies and corporations who intend to monopolize people’s freedom to speech, creativity, and innovation.

Something to consider: SOPA will NEVER end piracy. If this is the sole purpose of SOPA, then it’s doomed from the get-go. Realistically speaking, piracy is a hard habit to break, and fighting it is like a person entering a match in a cage against a dozen of starved-for-10-days lions. Truth is—people will always try to(and most likely will) pirate. Trying to stop piracy through censorship and limiting the people’s rights to access websites are not solutions. It’s like piracy is that one unfamiliar, sneering person in a party—always stealthy, quick to the banquet table, then leaves before you can even say “What the—“. Battling piracy is, unfortunately—a very difficult and futile process.

SOPA, when approved, will subtly let the internet play a part in limiting knowledge and awareness for people. It’s not supposed to work this way—this is not the internet that I grew up on. Yes, that dial-up tone sure can be annoying back in the days, but at least I was able to access a gazillion of uncensored information through an internet that granted me freedom of speech. The internet as we knew it, when SOPA passes, will never be the same. And that’s a shame.

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Drugs, cults, and a troubled past—these are some of the highlights that backbone Girls’ history as a band. Think these are enough to put a lid on Christopher Owens’ and Chet White’s ingenious minds as musicians? No. Never. Instead, Girls has utilized this ‘fucked-meets-brilliance’ equation to perfection as seen and heard on their string of albums, its latest being “Father, Son, Holy Ghost”.

“Father, Son, Holy Ghost” starts off with “Honey Bunny”, a sunny, happy tune that has Christopher Owens expressing his occasional frustrations about life and love, while proclaiming his need for a woman to love him the way his mother did (“..and when I cried, she would hold me closely / and tell me everything will be alright/ That woman loved me /  I need a woman who loves me, yeah, yeah…). The album progresses and we hear “Die”, which is aptly titled, as it starts off as an instrumental featuring mad guitar riffs, explicit solos, and heavy drum beats. A minute and a half into the song, Owens’ voice turns up, and his vocals become harsh battlecries of “We’re all gonna die, we’re all gonna die, we’re all gonna die, all gonna die!!”—which is enough to make the listener revisit the good-old, headbangin’, big-hair days. “How Can I Say I Love You”, a poignant track about unrequited love, and “Myma”, provide a breath of fresh air, providing tunes and melodies that are easy to listen to, as well as “Magic”, and “Jamie Marie”.

One of the many highlights of this album includes “Vomit”, which is a masterpiece from start to finish. Its haunting guitar intros, combined with Christopher Owens’ unapologetically emotional songwriting, power pop-ballad solos, and female vocals allow the listener to fully connect to the entirety of this brilliant album. Listening to “Forgiveness”, an epic 8-minute track, is probably what makes “Father, Son, Holy Ghost”’s an epic experience by itself. The song’s slow build, audible guitar strumming, down to the reassurance in Owens’ voice that eventually leads to a powerful, melodic, and stirring solo—all define the pure brilliance of “Father, Son, Holy Ghost” as a whole. 

“Father, Son, Holy Ghost” is an album made up of pure pop sensibilities, yet it never leaves the listener hanging, as it is an album that aims to give the listener a crash-course in different music genres and influences. This genius balance of sound, along with Christopher Owens’ and Chet White’s magnetic presence—lets “Father, Son, Holy Ghost” take control of its listener’s emotions almost effortlessly, and take them wherever they please. And that, I believe—is always a good thing.

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It’s been four years since Justin Vernon locked himself in solitude inside a cabin that eventually led to the creation of “For Emma, Forever Ago”, an album that had critics swooning and an audience empathizing with Vernon’s unabashed loneliness and occasional yearning for that one, lost love. From then on Vernon, a.k.a. Bon Iver, became the poster boy of heartache—a bearded 30-something armed with an acoustic guitar in hand and a falsetto, whose debut album caused a melancholic mass hysteria.

 For Vernon’s self-titled sophomore effort, Justin Vernon takes us to a free-for-all, ambiguous, emotional journey, yet again. Aptly using geographical references in his song titles(Perth, Minnesota WI, Hinnom TX, Lisbon OH, etc), listening to it is like eavesdropping on Vernon’s personal travelogue, accompanied by lush layers of sound and Vernon’s trademark voice.

 It’s clear that Vernon’s acoustic guitar was overshadowed by a cacophony of horns, synths, electric guitars, strings, and drum pads on “Bon Iver”. The marriage of these new sounds and Vernon’s voice somehow works, as heard in the album’s first track, “Perth”. “Holocene” is that one track that will instantly tug its listener’s heart effortlessly, as Vernon sings with hushed tones, “..and at once I knew, I was not magnificent”. While Vernon’s words will always be like mental hieroglyphics for its audience, a listener will always get that feeling of sadness, despair, even profoundness—with each listen to a Bon Iver album, making it an easy-listen for anyone who has a willing ear.

Perhaps the most interesting song (and the best, in my opinion) in Vernon’s album is “Beth/Rest”, which is like Justin Vernon’s testimony that his sophomore album had taken a different turn. “Beth/Rest” starts off with a lazy riff that can simply be mistaken as a Christopher Cross song—that is, until Vernon sings.

For Vernon, “Bon Iver” is an album built on grandeur with its lush, layered, ambitious, textured, and sometimes too-crowded tones— a far cry from its predecessor. Though it’s hard not to compare it with “For Emma, Forever Ago”, it takes extra effort to find THAT one thing that will allow “Bon Iver” to match the greatness of “For Emma, Forever Ago”.  Vernon and diehard fans may attribute “Bon Iver”’s success to the album’s total commitment to change, while some may miss “For Emma”’s authenticity and raw tones. Either or, with each release, Justin Vernon is slowly cementing his place among the singer/songwriter warriors of today—whether he sings in auto-tune, or not.

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Matchstick wisdom, a euphoric release.

Cheers to evolution. And God, how we’ve all grown.

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Ah. The city life. Plush seats, expensive china and cutlery. Where the young, urban people gather around the lounges and the ladies excuse themselves to go to the “powder room”. It’s all so superficial. It’s all hermetically-sealed.

I miss the gutters. My feet hurt. Plus this wine sucks. All it does is make you sleepy and forget things.

Post Script: Someone just brought out beer. I guess this rant is pretty much useless.

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(Note: I wrote this one back in 2009, during the conflicts between Mousavi and incumbent leader Amhadinejad, and the state of Iran being in political turmoil.)

It’s quite a surprise to find myself absorbed and intrigued by the recent events that are taking place in Iran. For one, I do not give a shit about politics. I opt not to care about people who, more often than not, swim in their own greed to wrap themselves up with power then “unintentionally” divide nations based on religion, tradition, and culture. Two, given reason number 1, it’s quite obvious that I lost all my beliefs in all the politicians who are part of the same old system. I decided to trade trust for pessimism because sometimes, there is just no way to compensate the damage that has been dealt to citizens who became targets of politics’ invisible hand that always seem to know how to strike where it hurts the most.

Then suddenly, I chose not to be ignorant for a change.

The last couple of days paved way for Iranians to be united in reclaiming what was rightfully theirs— their future. Although robbed off their votes, they found solace by raising their voices and holding on to the thought that democracy, no matter how hard it is to attain, is just lurking around the corner. Iran’s people yearn for a change that will allow them to start anew to be able to finally aim for democracy which wasn’t granted to them, not for as long as they can remember. The situation in Iran showcases the power of the human spirit— borderless, intense, and hopeful. Mousavi, the go-to-guy, promises to “bring to Iran a future of freedom, of change, and of fulfillment.” Yeah, we may have heard of that one before, but if this is the only source of hope that is hanging on a thin line— then so be it. Times like these call for hope beyond measure, and sometimes it could prove to be powerful amidst all the uncertainty that is taking its toll among its people. I’ll keep my eyes open and heart wishing that fair play be called even just once to the people of Iran who seek freedom and justice. I think it’s about time.

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Because this year is about to end: Here are the ten albums that pretty much made it for me this 2010.

1. Broken Social Scene- Forgiveness Rock Record

Need I say more? To not sound totally biased in here, let me remind you that it was hard to decide if this album will top my list against Beach House’s “Teen Dream”, but then again Kevin Drew’s warm touch and hug last July 27, 2010 at approximately 9:45 pm won over Victoria Legrand’s hushed tones(and as I speak I hate it cos I won’t be seeing Beach House next January damnit.) But that aside, F.R.R. never fails to entertain, and this album is the best way to go for diehards to rekindle that old BSS flame after such a long time of waiting for their follow up after 2005’s self-titled album and for new listeners alike to appreciate the band’s music philosophies. Tunes such as “All to All”, “Sweetest Kill” and “Sentimental Xs” pave way for the novice to appreciate their sound, while “World Sick”, “Romance to the Grave”, “Texico Bitches” and the eargasmic “Meet Me in the Basement” always bring out that distinct BSS flavor that only they, collectively, can deliver. Enjoyable from start to finish.

2. Beach House- Teen Dream

When “Teen Dream” first came out I wasn’t entirely sure if I will enjoy it that much, since their previous album “Devotion” wasn’t that much of a thrill for me, it was just steady in my opinion. I was wrong. Victoria Legrand is one hell of a musician, I never can tell how she manages to sing so hauntingly yet so beautifully at the same time. Standout tracks will be “Real Love”(which is one of my favorites), “Walk in the Park”,  ”Silver Soul”, and “Used to Be”. Before I would only recommend Beach House to give comfort on restless nights, but “Teen Dream” manages to go way beyond soothing melodies, this album is made of all things lovely, and if I may say, beautiful, in all aspects.

3. The Drums- The Drums

Before Lenlen the Laptop got reformatted The Drums’ “I Felt Stupid” had a record-breaking 1,807 plays on my iTunes, so I guess it’s safe to assume that I am in love with this band. This surf-pop-synth-dance-disco band hits the right buttons in all their discohair-glory with their self-titled album. All tracks, after being listened as a whole, may sound alike albeit for some tweaks here and there and some minor changes when it comes to the lyrics they kept on repeating(yes haha), but you can’t really blame yourself for not minding because: it is infectious. The tracks have their way of sticking with you until you sleep. “Forever and Ever Amen” is one example, it made looking for parking spaces more fun, and the repetitive proclamation of Jonathan Pierce’s “I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy” on the track “I’ll Never Drop My Sword” got stuck in my head thus occasionally being heard sang(more like yelped) a dozen times in the family restroom. The classic track such as “Let’s Go Surfing” was also included in the album, plus tracks such as “Best Friend”, “Book of Stories”, and “Skippin’ Town” will seal the deal in you finding yourself tapping your foot and shaking yer rearend to this fun-filled album.

4. Caribou- Swim

Cari- what?! Initial reaction. I never knew of Dan Snaith’s existence until just now, and I feel bad for not knowing him sooner. I have no words to describe this album, it’s a bit complex in its own ways, but boy, its complexity is pretty in heavy doses. “Bowls” is a favorite, mesmerizing and serendipitous if I may add, the track “Hannibal” living up to its title, and its debut “Odessa” being a tame track for half-opened ears. I highly recommend this album, seriously, if you find it somewhere don’t think twice and just buy it. 

5. Local Natives- Gorilla Manor

It’s hard to come across bands nowadays who really know how to SING properly. Local Natives brings a lot to the table, offering melodic chants, vocalizations and harmony, that are often overlooked by up and coming bands lately. In a nutshell, this album is an easy listen, composed of everything common and regular, but what puts this band aside is their vocal artistry, evident on such tracks as “Who Knows, Who Cares”, “Cards and Quarters”, and “Wide Eyes”. It’s nice to listen to their songs and notice how each of their voices seem to blend in properly without causing chaos. “Airplanes” is haunting and makes you yearn, and you know how we all love those songs full of yearning to the point of desperation, as much as we want to deny it. Ha.

6. Charlotte Gainsbourg- IRM

Charlotte Gainsbourg’s “IRM” is as delightful as any album can be: you get your daily doses of almost anything you can fill your ears to. Personal to great heights, Gainsbourg takes you on a tour through a lyrical journey that is haunting, sometimes quirky, and at most frightening. The very refreshing “Me and Jane Doe” comes at the top of my list for this album, as well as “Heaven Can Wait”, and of course “IRM “, which is a given. Merci, Madame Gainsbourg, for this wonderfully crafted of an album.

7. Deerhunter- Halcyon Digest

Two words: “Desire Lines”. That’s it. Brilliant, this album.

8. Arcade Fire- The Suburbs

While some may argue that Arcade Fire has lost its spunk after “Funeral”(THE “Funeral”, if I may say), I have to tip my hat to these guys: they still manage to sound awesome while sticking to the basics and to the sound they’ve been known for. Still having that same political/socio-awareness agenda pretty much still evident in this album, AF’s “The Suburbs” comes out as silently powerful, making it hard to resist. “Modern Man”, the “Sprawl” songs, and “Rococo” are standout tracks. “Empty Room” is a kicker. Overall, “The Suburbs” still shows how classy Arcade Fire is, while already not for some, but still is for me.

9. Best Coast- Crazy for You

In accordance to this year’s theme of surf-pop and “chillwave”(I don’t like that term) emergence, comes Best Coast, or Bethany Cosentino. Her album “Crazy For You” are meant for those days when the day is at its friendliest, grass water sprinkler in the background, as you lazily sip your cool drink basking under the sun’s glorious rays. Like The Drums, Best Coast’s “Crazy for You” sounds like one long track divided into 13 songs, but somehow it’s still a good listen, too squeaky-clean-good at some instances. Candylicious, if there is such a term. But still good.

10. Black Keys- Brothers

Still the same Black Keys. Up and about, same Blues Rock theme that will stay in your playlist on your way driving to work for a long time. “Next Girl” is my favorite track off of this album, “Tighten Up” being second, and “Too Afraid to Love You” a close third. Chances are, I’d wish sometimes that they try to create something different, but yeah it’s still alright. They’re doing good effortlessly, and so far “Brothers” has proved that they still have nothing to worry about.

Runners Up:

Avi Buffalo- Avi Buffalo

Broken Bells- Broken Bells

The National- High Violet

Wild Nothing- Gemini

Girls- Broken Dreams Club

Two Door Cinema Club- Tourist History

Joanna Newsom- Have One on Me

I have a feeling that I’ve forgotten a lot. 

Great, great, great year in music. And concerts, too. 

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I remember watching this show with my sister when I was about 8. I was just a kid. But I can never forget the image of Laura Palmer dead, wrapped in plastic. Also the Twin Peaks theme that never failed to give me chills everytime I watched it. 

For starters, Twin Peaks focuses its story on a sleepy town with its seemingly average inhabitants. All these are about to change when homecoming queen Laura Palmer, was murdered and raped. This caused a stir among the small community, and throughout the course of the investigations to catch Laura’s killer, we begin to realise that each and everyone in Twin Peaks has their own little dirty secret to hold on to. Their lives become the focus as the show progresses, and little by little the town’s secrets are exposed, including Laura Palmer’s. Exquisitely directed and written, Twin Peaks was a breath of fresh air to the “Dynasty”(I am sure you remember that show, if you were born in the 80s) generation: I guess it made people think. It made them long for Laura Palmer’s killer to be finally revealed, week by week. I guess that’s how intense it was.

I pleaded and begged my sister to explain to me everything that was going on whenever we watched, cos it being directed by David Lynch(having found out only recently, it all finally made sense), my 8 year old self wasn’t able to completely grasp its very rich, symbolic, and dark storyline. I tried, to the best of my ability, to absorb everything my sister said. To my dismay, her interest in the show waned, probably because it got a bit dark and depressing at times. Maybe her impatience got the best of her too, probably thought that investigating one woman’s death shouldn’t be taking that long, or probably because “Beverly Hills 90210”, “Perfect Strangers” and maybe “Melrose Place” proved too much competition, I mean my sister was 15 that time she might as well watch something lighter and something more relevant to accommodate those hormones that once raged inside of her. 

And because of this I turned my attention elsewhere, and I was lucky enough that I stumbled upon “Rescue 911”. Plus “Doogie Howser MD”.

I never found out who killed Laura Palmer.

But now I find myself watching Twin Peaks again, and I must tell you, it feels great. It’s never too late to find out what truly happened among the firs that majestically towered upon Twin Peaks. I am appreciating David Lynch more, for his was a feat: at that time he was able to make a show that went against the norms of regular tv programming, a show that focused on the seedy, dark side of people. His rather distinct, quirky style of storytelling, balancing dark humor with just the right level of suspense, made Twin Peaks interesting to watch. 

So who killed Laura Palmer? I’m about to find out. It took me a little over a decade yes, but hell I don’t care.

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WHATEVER HAPPENED TO JIM CORR.

(Yes, that guy from the band The Corrs.)

Public transportation sure lets you be reminded of many things, and when the song “Breathless” played inside the jeepney, unfortunately the name of the only boy from The Corrs wasn’t one of them. And so I Googled.

Apparently he became rather busy after his stint doing the brother/guitarist duties with The Corrs, spreading his tremendous belief in the New World Order conspiracy theories throughout his hometown Ireland. He also had some bold thoughts on the 9/11 attacks, and more Wiki-ing led me into knowing that he, claimed that Osama had been dead since 2001.

What transformation from the once-awkward boy from The Corrs to this. Go check his website out, www.jimcorr.com. And to think all I ever wanted for him way back was more singing parts and more guitar solos. Didn’t see this one coming. 

Suddenly I wonder what the Hanson boys are up to, and The Moffatts, and (if someone remembers them alright) Cleopatra. I hope they are well.

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I’ve been paying much attention to my real, smooth-to-the-touch journal lately. 

Feels great.

But still you can’t escape the lure of blogs, yes, no matter how hard you resist you keep on coming back. 

I suddenly remembered Griffin and Sabine, for some strange reason. I wish I didn’t cos now I’m annoyed because I just got back from searching for it to no avail. I never got the chance to finish it, I never found out what happened to the both of them, but I really am pleased leaving it like it is. 

My neighbors are punishing me with drunken karaoke at such an ungodly hour, I mean it’s practically alright to sing “Firework”, “Papparazi”, “You Belong With Me”, “My Way”, “Burn”, “Heartbreaker”, “Empire State of Mind” and “Alone”(I really really appreciate the effort in juggling generations and genres, I really do) but please start it when the sun is a bit up. The chances of people ignoring the lazy vocals and the occasional alcohol-induced slurred lyrics(that sound so muffled that the “ooohhhhhhhhs” and “aaaaaahhhaaaaahhha” sound more like, goat yelps and maybe chainsaws) are heightened because they have better ways to kill time and have far more things to do other than pursuing sleep. Also makes that failed Mariah Carey way-up-the-roof high note attempt and the exaggeratedly slanged Snoop Dogg, Dr Dre, and Eminem rap songs(sorry to break it to you guys but yes, you’re still brown) less painful to listen to, considering people have already eaten, taken a shower, social-networked, and of course, have slept already. Surely there will be no need to reach for a weapon that has been gathering dust somewhere. Maybe under the bed. I believe we have a machete here in our house. Haha. So. Drunken karaoke is alright, just have a polite-late ring to it. 

This is why I missed blogging. 

Oh by the way, the name of my smooth-to-the-touch journal is Eiffel. Pretty neat.