Hey everybody! I’m proud to announce that I have made my first ever Christmas song. I hope you like it as much as I have enjoyed writing this piece. This song is about missing someone on Christmas day and wishing they were there to celebrate it with you. For my single ladies and gents, which I was too when I wrote this song, this song is for wishing we find love soon and hoping someday we can celebrate it with someone.
Well… we’re not quite sure. we made this out of pure fun. Most of the people in this video are artists and musicians from Dumaguete. If you wanna check them out, i’ll leave their social media links below!
I go to the beach a lot when home and not because i wanna me an #islandgirl, but because i was born one, i grew up in one, and so i became one, sunkissed baby. If i could turn into an octopus i would. It’s probably tough to live under the sea with all these things that aren’t meant to be down there, but i think i would be a happy octo trying to scare everyone from behind, i mean, my camouflage powers will be super awesome.
If and when i can, i always carry a mesh bag and a mask and snorkel with me. I say hi to my fish friends and i take out things that do not belong. I also love to find sea glass. I think they’re pretty. I don’t take home shells will me though, you shouldn’t! The hermit crabs need their homes! Also sand, that’s a no no,
I have my friends there too. I appreciate them so much. They inspire me to be better and i, well i’m just there when they need me, a call away. Our nights consist of board games, occasional drinking and freestyle music. And sometimes, when it gets serious, we debate on the ‘randomest’ of things.
My family is there too. I spend time with them on the weekends. I play with my cat Ba everyday and i give him tight hugs that he mostly wants to get out of. My pet gecko Lucy is with my best friend Jack, since i’m still away. Home is fun. I’ll maybe talk more about it on the next video.
I had this dream. I was paralyzed in bed, couldn’t move, but at least I was kind of breathing. I-I tried so hard to open my eyes, but I could only see much. The little bird on the window, this little bird kept tapping on the window, this little bird is trying to talking to me.
“Oh little bird, whats the matter?” I mumbled.
Little bird must be lost
Little bird must find its way
Little bird where’s your mother?
Little bird am I a bother?
And before this little bird could speak to me, he turned his back and faced these dark, periwinkled clouds, extended his bright feathered wings and swoosh! He flew to the sky.
It’s the time of the year again, where decisions have to be made and songs have to be born to the world. I wish it was honestly easy as how I hear it in documentaries and these great musicians saying “oh I dreamt of this song, so I went to the studio and recorded it, and now, you know, it’s a hit!”.
But of course we have different paths, different paces and different approaches. You have all these ideas you want to multitask (does multitasking exist anyway?) and all these things you want to do in the future. Then, you suddenly feel everything and everyone moving too fast, like a head rush, or a bunch of people pressuring you to get a job (like what you’re doing isn’t). Either way they’re all the same, nothing but pressure, anxiety, a series of patterns you made in that mushy brain of yours that turned into a habit, a habit of worrying.
Before I started recording my songs, I was staring at the ceiling for hours and by hours I meant i failed to sleep the next day because my thoughts were just too loud. My brain was yelling at me telling me I’m not ready! The metronome is gonna kill me! I hate the metronome, i’m gonna be there for hours again and people around me are gonna bitch about how long I’ll be there. Oh and the chords, i’m sure they’re gonna ask me what it is, the answer is I don’t know — “Basta it sounds like this.” “It looks like this oh, you know what this is?”.
But meh, I did it anyway. I did it especially because I was scared. I did it because I never want to miss out anything in life. I never want to wake up in my 30s and say, “I wish I tried being a real musician, I wonder how it feels like.” or “what should I call myself? Hmm how about Just Meg?” or questions like “I wonder how my songs will sound like? Should I try writing one?”
A lot of times, I kind of suck being a musician. I theoretically suck at it the most. But i’m learning. And even though everyday is a struggle, i’m still grateful i have the time to learn and time to improve myself both musically and spiritually. The most important thing is, I try. Oh, you live and you learn. Life’s a bitch and cheers to that.
Note to self: breathe and learn some more.
Note to the reader: acknowledge your small achievements, you’re okay.
Summer of 2015. It was gloomy, something you wouldn’t really expect in a normal day in this town. I gracefully sip on my cup of coffee. I don’t know, i don’t normally drink coffee, but this time i did, i just wanted to feel something. A rush of adrenaline to start my day.
I remember i was with my brother on that fine afternoon. It was nothing but a usual update of what-music-have-you-listened-to-today and the have-you-written-anything-today conversation and we brought a thought we pondered for so long of how it would feel like to perform with the people we admired in the music scene. And last January, i was lucky enough to share it with them. Hence, my first every launch in Manila.
I was surrounded with so much good energy that night that i burst down in tears in the middle of a conversation.
Here are snapshots of what happened on the 23rd of January!!! Enjoy!
Photos from JLE, Alyssa Sarrondo, and Felix Manzanas