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Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Monday, March 07, 2016
Nightmare of a Daughter
So tomorrow is the 49th day of my grandfather's death. And idk how I feel about that. My aunt's casually brought him up in a conversation today and I swore I was still choked up. I think words can't really express how I feel now so I've penned my feelings down in music instead.
This is my first composition for piano and I'm pretty wretched with emotions now that I can't really tell how good or bad it is (but I have an inclination that it will lean towards the negative side seeing how inexperienced I am).
Despite so, I do feel that this piece does reflect my inner struggles especially when I first heard of the news. The piece is titled "Nightmare of a Daughter" because I still can't entirely grasp the concept that this is life; or rather, the lack of it. The music starts off with a foreboding feel of the night which leads straight into a chase like tempo, mirroring my anxiousness and fear when my mum called me to the A&E. The abrupt break when I fell eyes on his shriveled self with more tubes in him than breath. Then, of course, the fall; both his and mine - fast, plateau, crash. Heartbeat on the monitor shows hope. Wonderful hope. I speak to him and through our exchange, we dance. But he doesn't wake up. Our conversation, as per in my head, gets heated. Horrible hope. Horribly misleading hope. He moves on (to the other side) and I'm screaming now. The doctor calls his time of death.
This is my first composition for piano and I'm pretty wretched with emotions now that I can't really tell how good or bad it is (but I have an inclination that it will lean towards the negative side seeing how inexperienced I am).
Despite so, I do feel that this piece does reflect my inner struggles especially when I first heard of the news. The piece is titled "Nightmare of a Daughter" because I still can't entirely grasp the concept that this is life; or rather, the lack of it. The music starts off with a foreboding feel of the night which leads straight into a chase like tempo, mirroring my anxiousness and fear when my mum called me to the A&E. The abrupt break when I fell eyes on his shriveled self with more tubes in him than breath. Then, of course, the fall; both his and mine - fast, plateau, crash. Heartbeat on the monitor shows hope. Wonderful hope. I speak to him and through our exchange, we dance. But he doesn't wake up. Our conversation, as per in my head, gets heated. Horrible hope. Horribly misleading hope. He moves on (to the other side) and I'm screaming now. The doctor calls his time of death.
Friday, September 04, 2015
Sunday, August 09, 2015
Little Things
Wrote this with feelings of nostalgia cause this was one of the songs i loved for him to sing to me. He probably didn't understand how much the words resonated with me and how much I wanted to hear those words from his mouth. So, this arrangement has hints of hope as well as sadness.
On another note, I'm really trying to improve with every new arrangement. If you have any feedback, feel free to comment. All constructive feedback is appreciated!
On another note, I'm really trying to improve with every new arrangement. If you have any feedback, feel free to comment. All constructive feedback is appreciated!
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Shake it out, Skyscraper, Stay with me
Another new mashup: Shake it out, Skyscraper, Stay with me!
Chose the three songs because it represents the internal struggle of one's heart and mind.
Chose the three songs because it represents the internal struggle of one's heart and mind.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
The Man Who Can't Be Moved
Arranged another song! Rhythm of the melody needs some work still. Shall work on it further.
Saturday, July 04, 2015
Thinking Out Loud
Another new composition: Thinking Out Loud.
I have been wanting to do this song before exams started but was only free enough now. It is still kind of rocky and disjointed so I may make a few more changes before the final version!
I have been wanting to do this song before exams started but was only free enough now. It is still kind of rocky and disjointed so I may make a few more changes before the final version!
Monday, April 20, 2015
Unrequited love
My heart has been confusing lately, which is, honestly, at a super inconvenient time since my finals are just around the corner.
Thinking of you
Checking my phone again,
again. Still no notifications.
Checking my phone again.
Open up Facebook on my browser and
I see no reds on the top right.
Close it. Time to do work. Open up
Microsoft. Type in the header of my essay.
Open up Facebook on my browser.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. You are amazing, but so is she.
She is kind and caring and broken just for you.
You love her and I... I think of you.
Your hands are magic; the way they move -
dynamic. The music you produce, the music
you command, you capture the heart of
songs and songbirds alike, your voice
resonates the world and makes it
pause
for a minum.
You sang for me once. The keys engraved in my soul.
I still feel the trills and they bring me gliss.
I can't believe it.
I don't believe it.
I cannot believe it.
You are like a work of art; so abstract.
Your heart beats to the rhythm of a dance.
Your alluring eyes amazes me every time -
seamlessly symmetrical like periodic alliteration in a poem.
Your smile, your comforting smile,
bends like the smirk of a quaver rest.
Your clef, sexy as always, tugs on
the bold hard strings of my stave.
Sharps and flats everywhere.
But you are hers and I am not yours.
Those lips belong to her.
Those hugs belong to her.
You belong to her and I am behind the
lens of this happy moment captured indefinitely.
Let me check Facebook one more time.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. Your dream is her.
On another note, here is my newest composition for SATB: When I Was Your Man
Also, this is one of the better guitar playing I've done in the past year that i've been trying to learn. Please excuse all the mistakes everywhere. :x
La La La (with guitar)
Thinking of you
Checking my phone again,
again. Still no notifications.
Checking my phone again.
Open up Facebook on my browser and
I see no reds on the top right.
Close it. Time to do work. Open up
Microsoft. Type in the header of my essay.
Open up Facebook on my browser.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. You are amazing, but so is she.
She is kind and caring and broken just for you.
You love her and I... I think of you.
Your hands are magic; the way they move -
dynamic. The music you produce, the music
you command, you capture the heart of
songs and songbirds alike, your voice
resonates the world and makes it
pause
for a minum.
You sang for me once. The keys engraved in my soul.
I still feel the trills and they bring me gliss.
I can't believe it.
I don't believe it.
I cannot believe it.
You are like a work of art; so abstract.
Your heart beats to the rhythm of a dance.
Your alluring eyes amazes me every time -
seamlessly symmetrical like periodic alliteration in a poem.
Your smile, your comforting smile,
bends like the smirk of a quaver rest.
Your clef, sexy as always, tugs on
the bold hard strings of my stave.
Sharps and flats everywhere.
But you are hers and I am not yours.
Those lips belong to her.
Those hugs belong to her.
You belong to her and I am behind the
lens of this happy moment captured indefinitely.
Let me check Facebook one more time.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. Your dream is her.
On another note, here is my newest composition for SATB: When I Was Your Man
Also, this is one of the better guitar playing I've done in the past year that i've been trying to learn. Please excuse all the mistakes everywhere. :x
La La La (with guitar)
Sunday, March 08, 2015
Music Makers
It has been months of hardwork and preparation and finally our concert is over! It has been an amazing journey with all my friends who I now consider family. Thank you all who came down to support me and who have always been supporting my pursue of music. I love you guys.
These are some of the songs which I also did for our choir's concert.
Fly Me To The Moon:
Happy (Curtain Call):
Gimme gimme gimme/ Voulez Vous:
Finally, this is a tribute to the friends who have stuck it out with me through this amazing experience.
Music Makers
I closed my eyes and I
soared through the clouds and the mist and the
light of the man-made sun.
Streams; streams flowing from my eyes
as my gut clenches on every note and every
pause.
Steams flowing from my mouth
as I channel them to the house; full of listeners.
I am a performer.
Streams; streams flowing from my heart
as I opened myself to the individual critics.
Feel me. Feel my music. Feel my soul.
Streams flowing down my forehead,
coursing through my arms as my family channeled me.
Channel me. Feel so I can feel. Feel so they can feel.
We are performers.
Our hearts thumping as we stole- first, their ears,
then, their minds, and finally, their whole selves.
Manipulate them like we are puppet masters.
Make them excited, make them fear, make them cry
and feed off their cheers.
We are nothing without them.
They are nothing without us.
We are whole together as a musician and song.
We are whole together as a singer and the choir.
We are whole together as performers and audience.
We are whole together as friends and family.
These are some of the songs which I also did for our choir's concert.
Fly Me To The Moon:
Happy (Curtain Call):
Gimme gimme gimme/ Voulez Vous:
Finally, this is a tribute to the friends who have stuck it out with me through this amazing experience.
Music Makers
I closed my eyes and I
soared through the clouds and the mist and the
light of the man-made sun.
Streams; streams flowing from my eyes
as my gut clenches on every note and every
pause.
Steams flowing from my mouth
as I channel them to the house; full of listeners.
I am a performer.
Streams; streams flowing from my heart
as I opened myself to the individual critics.
Feel me. Feel my music. Feel my soul.
Streams flowing down my forehead,
coursing through my arms as my family channeled me.
Channel me. Feel so I can feel. Feel so they can feel.
We are performers.
Our hearts thumping as we stole- first, their ears,
then, their minds, and finally, their whole selves.
Manipulate them like we are puppet masters.
Make them excited, make them fear, make them cry
and feed off their cheers.
We are nothing without them.
They are nothing without us.
We are whole together as a musician and song.
We are whole together as a singer and the choir.
We are whole together as performers and audience.
We are whole together as friends and family.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Novice with some adjustments
So I got a few comments with my first arrangement of "If I ain't got you". This is my adjusted one. Hope it sounds better (and definitely less boring!)
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