this idea occured to me nang bigla akong magising ng madaling-araw a few days ago. i tried to go back to sleep, but i ended up reading this book of poems that i had. i opened a page at random and proceeded to read on. my best friend Alex's poem "Why Sit There James" was included in that compilation. even though i have read it before, i gave it another look that time. after reading the last line, i suddenly realized that maybe it could be read aloud with some music in the background. so i started playing a chord progression i've been tinkering with for several years but haven't really used for anything other than wrist exercise.
i told Alex about this idea a couple of nights ago thru YM, and i also promised to work something out so he could listen to this idea of mine. siyempre, pinadalhan na naman ako ng mga "art film excerpts" ni gago at kung anu-ano pang shit.
gaya ng nasabi ko sa previous video, dapat kahapon ko pa ito i-re-record kaso kinailangan kong mag-work pa sa office - crunch time na kasi itong mga panahong ito kaya marahil ay napapansin ninyong wala ako sa sirkulasyon lately. or maybe hindi ninyo rin napapansin, i couldn't really tell.
the previous video was quite messed up dahil maraming sabit-sabit. i tried to improve a bit on this take but nothing is final yet. salamat na lang dahil i was able to figure out how to record using a webcam and our desktop PC.
ito nga pala yung tula ni Alex:
why sit there James forever dead in that black and white pic
forever flicking that half-finished smoke your eyes
dead set on the ember white burn brooding back in our eyes alighting
your image and you are supposed to be a nasty casualty
of a car crash why James always that bored look is the world too
slow like the gramophone that plays the fall in Four Seasons
sighs of the string section swirling below that auburn hair mingling
with the hair of your troubled roles the world troubled in bending
too much you can't see straight that you had it piped once with a pastor full
of sibilance in his speech probably promised you rain and salvation
and all you got was an awakening to a wedging in of Sodom sweet in its sin
yes they talked about it in Larry King Live your sweetheart confirmed
things you had done trashing your room for trusting in strangers for doping
shooting uppers faking talk shows saying driving too fast isn't safe
caring isn't safe you ran like hell the world couldn't follow couldn't swallow
stars like you falling fast and hard your soul cost millions they printed
your pretty face in posters pictures pin-ups up there in heaven Hollywood
where saints and sinners trade places faster than sideswipes happen
in long roads and runways engines revving up and down the slope
of your life
couldn't slant enough to not keep fans from fielding East of Eden full
even then why sit there James why let scumbags take your photograph
and remind
us of your pain if you had stared straight we sure couldn't have looked back
but you couldn't just sit couldn't let Bach cement you to that sofa had
to run
had to race time to halt your age to be as fast as you can be rushing
to the point where seconds become infinitesimal the pedals clutch and
rubber
enfolding and the gap in everything becomes nothing but an exploding star
