Monday, February 17, 2014

MOG/WAR: THE AUDIO-SWOON

Mogwai & Warpaint Live in Manila

It is difficult to measure how exhilarating it is to finally watch one of the most awaited rock artists perform live, especially when you’ve always thought flying to another country was the only way that could happen.

February 13 marked a first in Manila concert scene history, as Scottish post-rock legend Mogwai and American indie rock sirens Warpaint finally touched base in the Philippines. Crowds came as early as 6:00pm at Metrotent, Ortigas for a chance to meet the bands. By the time the concert doors opened, everyone was eager and ready for the eargasm they have long waited for.

Local indie artist Eyedress opened the night with chill-beats that certainly got the crowd’s attention. The artist’s eclectic and catchy arrangement, matched with slurry, almost haunting icy vocals, and trippy electronic synths were fair enough to set the right mood for the evening. Amused with the performance, listeners took a new appreciation for this diverse genre.


*Photo grabbed from Cecila Forbes

But nothing could prepare fans as Warpaint took over the concert hall with their valiant yet unassuming stage presence. Laid-back and comfortable in their own skins, they graced the stage like it was their home. Emily Kokal entranced the crowd with her cool modulated voice, as Theresa Wayman and Jenny Lee Lindberg tore through their guitars with defining riffs, and Stella Mozgawa killed it on the drums. It’s always a treat for concert-goers when these bands show-off unique antics on stage. They move and dance just the way their music sounds. While we know they take their music very seriously, they don’t forget to have fun during performances.

The band served up new tracks from their latest self-titled album, as well as songs like “Undertow,” “Elephants,” “Love is to Die,” and “Billie Holiday” from their old albums. Our hearts flipped a little when Theresa sang lead vocals for “Hi,” her lithe figure moving with the song’s haunting base riffs. They stirred the audience with their version of “Dreams” (originally performed by Fleetwood Mac) mashed-up with their hit single “Undertow.”

Warpaint’s music and energy is quirky and spontaneous, at times noir, sensuous and permeating—the crowd gets a sense these rock vixens were not merely putting on just another show. This is the type of band that wants to make a connection to listeners, and I’m certain it was felt all the way to the end of the hall. Experiencing their performance live is one for the books; Warpaint creates music with authentic life-force.

*Warpaint signing their album for Eva 

Most of us were still reveling from Warpaint; we couldn’t get over their performance. But we couldn’t believe the night wasn’t over either—when finally, Mogwai took the stage.

Touring for over 15 years, the band has no need for any visually ornamental theatrics. We knew their music would speak for itself. And yet, we remained in awe because we honestly didn’t know what to expect from a live Mogwai performance. They made a quiet entrance with the song “Heard About You Last Night,” the first track from their latest album “Rave Tapes.” Crowds grew thicker, and thrilled raves could be heard all across the concert hall as the band catered to our auditory pleasure. Aside from playing tracks from their latest album, the band also played tracks from old albums. These include songs like “Summer / Ithica 27ø9” (B-side release, 1996), “Fear Satan,” “Helicon 1,” “Travel is Dangerous,” “The Lord is Out of Control,” and “Friend of the Night,” among others.

Mogwai is well-known for its trademark bass riffs that are sometimes dark, melancholic, and amorous, other times ambient and dreamy. While they are commonly identified under the post-rock genre, the band hesitates to limit their music with such a label. The majestic quality of their sound is marked by dramatic control of loudness and softness akin to most sensitive and ardent musicians. They have mastered the synchronicity and dynamism of a classical orchestra.

*Mogwai Live in Manila, video from Therese Jamora-Garceau 

For years, the absence or muffled quality of Mogwai’s lyrics has been the conceit of the band’s craft. No other excerpt better articulates this concept than the opening lines of the song “Yes! I am a Long Way from Home,” (taken from their 1997 album, “Mogwai Young Team”) which the band also played that night. The voice over speaks: “'Cause this music can put a human being in a trance like state and deprive it for the sneaking feeling of existing. 'Cause music is bigger than words and wider than pictures. If someone said that Mogwai are the stars, I would not object. If the stars had a sound it would sound like this. The punishment for these solemn words can be hard. Can blood boil like this at the sound of a noisy tape that I've heard?”

Just when everyone thought it was over, the crowd screamed for more. They delivered a phenomenal encore performance, one that ended with a high note. Watching Mogwai live is without a doubt one of the most sublime sensory raptures an audiophile can ever experience. Listeners should take it from the masters: those who understand that your silences are as valuable as your loud sides certainly know how to make affective connections, and Mogwai does it beautifully with music.

One simply has to close his eyes, feel the bass and rhythm, and ride the vigorous build-up of the drums. It was a night for swooning in music, and we were grateful to have been there.

Friday, January 17, 2014

The Main Drag



In this scene, we were riding our bikes toward the sunset at the end
of the road. We rushed through plumeria trees and power lines.
The asphalt was a bit of trouble, we couldn't go very fast. You wanted
to race and feel the wind course through your body. The sparrows perched
on branches reaching wires where kites were caught. They flew away
as soon as we passed the shade. Here was the summer I learned
to follow without being forced, passing the neighbor’s farm,
leaking water pipes, yesterday’s garbage, riding down a blind curve.
It was a rough turn, but you wouldn't wait for anyone. We wanted
to know what was at the end. Later you’d find me back at the curb,
my knees skinned raw from the fall. Night came and we left our bikes
to walk home. Convincing ourselves it wasn’t anyone’s fault, our visits
together became less, until we made none at all—I looked for you
to ask if there was anything back there, but that was long ago.
Today, I stumbled upon the same path, more power lines, lights,
a solid road. I’ve walked streets and boulevards in different cities,
though I still catch myself racing, reaching for something to end.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Machine


Suppose I am done with rhetoric. No question left unanswered will bother me. 
I will fall short just when I am about to see. I will remain blind, age, be
resourceful until I give in to uselessness. There is no life in a place you build
in this industry. We have only delusions, simulations, and now, 
a single idea. We die as soon as we live. 

Friday, January 10, 2014

Old Story




Memory is the only mailman moving
in and out of the city. He yearns to break
seals, take photographs, and burn letters
for a sacred ritual. Never mind the smoke
as he keeps his hands from freezing—
he is both thief and retriever.

                                    *

Liz remembers meeting Viktor
in San Francisco. She grew tired
writing him letters. In City Lights
they read books they couldn’t buy.
But don’t mention he was stuck
in Houston, that the bookstore
was closed, or why she never
made it. Now he laughs at forever
alone memes, all the jokes
on him, still wondering
what was it? Folie à deux.
               
                                    *

What is the limit of memory?
A machine fails because it is faulty.
Data occupies space; a PC stores
up to 1TB of data, only it has a slow
processor, like the mind: a complex
organ with complex flaws; how
 could you completely forget?
It has since stopped
data recovery.
                                    *

The laws of synchronicity foretell
photographs taken with the same person
will be taken again—a superstition.
All the same. This is not the case for Viktor,
the twenty-something hipster who misses
the bus again because he stares
at subway graffiti and turnstiles
too long. He thinks: it is difficult to end
a force of habit, sent mails, sans replies.

                                    *

And the mailman remains.
Few walked out of the city
before it was engulfed in flames,
long before they saw the smoke.

Compartment


There were times I tried to displace
tired memories by taking a letter
and hiding it with clutter
inside a drawer that was not mine.

Once, it held Lola’s trinkets: perfumes,
mirrors, yellowed prayer books,
washed-out scapulars and softened
photographs of post war Philippines.

I thought of age and how many times
I tried to gather memories inside
yet misplace—Viktor, she said,
was the only man she loved;

One could never be sure of the other men
who drifted worlds away with wives
and children. How they must have adored
her dark curls with haranas and dahlias
as her father warned them it’s late.
But I’ve stayed up much later, wakeful,
restless, wanting more time with another.

Today, I keep my letters in the same place;
though I could not comprehend
the source of my homesickness,
it is morning and I’m glad—by now
I’ve ceased to notice the absence.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

On Loop


An unfamiliar song played on my brother's desktop in 2002. The track title: On Your Side. The Artist: Pete Yorn. I heard it one sleepless night in high school. Before I knew it, I played the song on loop until I fell asleep. It was certainly not the first Yorn song that my awkward-neurotic teenage self liked. But the moment I listened to it, I knew it would be my favorite track from the album, Musicforthemorningafter.

Today, it's been more than ten years since I first heard On Your Side. Throughout the years, I've often returned to this song when I found myself quiet, alone, and unable to articulate things larger than myself: existence, growing up and apart, love, and in the general sense, most matters that inevitably escape us. While this entry will mainly be about the song and how it has become part of my life, I have to say listening to the entire album in high school foreshadowed how most of my relationships, and I, have turned out. It's one of those useless things people find out about their lives that make them feel like funny characters in fucked-up fiction (only here there are no real gods in machines. Just machines that have real hearts trying to make sense of such absurd disjunction).

Video: http://youtu.be/jclHisjkJYI
Song Lyrics:

I’m outside your house
2 am it’s dark
So many mistakes
Come back home from bars

I am on your side
I just want to tell you off

So many lies
Are taking hold
It’s not your fault
There’s many scars

I am on your side
It’s taken me a long time
I am on your side
I’m on your side

And I listen
Yeah I listen
Can you listen?
Now I’m listening

I am on your side
It’s taken me a long time
I am on your side
I’m on your side

(And I listen) I am on your side
(Yeah I listen) It’s taken me a long time
(Can you listen?) I am on your side
(Now I’m listening) I’m heading out tonight
(And I listen) I'm heading out tonight


The message of the song is comforting, as the music harmoniously complements its warm words of acceptance, "I am on your side and I listen..."

Growing up, I've always thought the voice of the man in the song is someone telling me he'll always be on my side. It's possible I've yet to meet this person, or have in fact met such person. Nevertheless, there is that person. Someone who will be there when I'm hurt, hopeful, happy, wrong and spiteful, arrogant and weak. It's a song that simply speaks about love and acceptance; a person who concedes that all other conditions do not matter because he has accepted the other person, for everything they've done, for what he/she is. While I've often wondered if there is such a thing as complete acceptance, the thought that it or something close to it exists somewhere is comforting.

Truth be told, I'm not sure if it's entirely possible for anyone out there to accept another person through and through, to love both their light and dark sides, put up with various disappointments. Relationships entail a lot of compromise; humans get tired. While we may eventually agree in relationships, we have to be honest enough to let another person understand why certain qualities/actions are unacceptable to us (yes this is me rationalizing).

These days, I prefer to think of the song's voice as the sound of my old self telling me, "It's taken me a long time, I'm on your side, and I listen, now I'm listening..."

What I'm trying to say is, I'm old enough to realize that I do not need a reassuring voice to affirm me all the time. I think I shouldn't give that burden to anyone but myself. I do get lonely, I seek company and need friends, but when it comes to affirmation, I'm only as secure as I allow myself to be.

Accepting who I am, what I've done, and what I've become has taken me a long time. While I am most grateful for my family and friends who have stayed all this time, no amount of company or attention from other people can mend my relationship with me but myself.

"Il souffira."

Sunday, December 1, 2013

I gave up sleep just to find your name,



Now it's said and done, so say goodbye to the people we don't know.
Go back to sleep, and let's sail away to the beaches of Normandie.