I could spend days playing with this little music-making marvel…YOU HAVE TO TRY IT!
Clicking on the screen shot will take you to the recording I made… heh heh.
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Yet another creative, beautiful, soulful friend of mine has spread her wings and taken a leap off the artistic summit this month…
Pearlsha Abubakar, a beautiful and brilliant pianist, composer, and songwriter (she also writes articles for various publications, and has composed the musical scores to accompany quite a few television series…I mean, seriously, WTF? With friends like mine, who needs inferiority complexes?) has launched an online project called iSonger.
The concept?
“iSonger is a website lovingly dedicated to just one piece of music or song…to the Filipino single. Because a song is forever….”
It is a tribute to both “a song”, and “The Song”…that single track, conceived with love and great feeling, meticulously pursued, minutely crafted. The featured song will get updated periodically. iSonger’s first offering is called North Avenue Station. Wide-open heart spaces and the sliding-past of city scenes frame this song, while the rolling, jogging piano recalls the sound of a train speeding along its tracks, traveling on, or away. The Tagalog lyrics have been translated into English here, an excerpt of which is below:
“…From those of you who have also loved this way
I ask for patience and understanding
As this story is getting to be rather long in telling
I guess it is so because
no one who has ever loved this way wants to miss a thing…
“…He brings his face closer to mine
I feel his breath on my face
He utters something in my ear
Then the wind comes and takes me away…
“…And the heart is beating
The heart is beating
The whole world speeding away…”
—from ‘North Avenue Station’ by Isha (Pearlsha Abubakar)
Please have a listen to the track, “North Avenue Station”, and for $0.99 cents, why not add it to your library of contemporary Filipina musical songers...erm, I mean songwriters!
via iSonger.
Actually, just the string section. Maybe the piano, too.
I’m enjoying a glorious morning…pottering around, doing embroidery and binding books, and soaking up the lush, heart-fattening sounds of Beethoven‘s 5th and 9th Symphonies, Bach‘s Brandenburg Concertos, some Impressionists, as well as some unusual classical-electronic-hip-hop fusion pieces.
Made a quick mix of some of the tracks on my breakfast menu this morning. Have a great day!
Filling up on music these days… loving this fun little song by Natalie Merchant from her Leave Your Sleep album. Despite the strange combinations of flavours, the list made me hungry last night! I love her voice. Check out my 8track mix, with Bleezer’s Ice-Cream as well as Maggie and Milly and Molly and May…originally a poem by e.e. cummings, both from Merchant’s album. I threw in some other tracks, too…about poets, about love, about sailors, and something to strip to.
One of the biggest reasons I love Souther Salazar‘s work so much is that it is stocked full of lovely little cats…he is so obviously a “cat person”, and cat people often find this one, single commonality strong enough to bridge even the widest gap between themselves and another person. It’s as though being a cat person instantly propels someone to above-average intelligence and coolness in my books, so that if he/she manages to do anything on top of that, it’s all bonus frosting and cream piled onto an all ready amazing cake.
Recently Souther posted this call for help on his Facebook and ETSY shop:
Our best little cat buddy Popcorn has gotten very sick. We are having a sale in the Etsy store to go towards the Vet bills, and have also put together a super “Popcorn Pack.”
We’ve collected some of our favorite Popcorn moments (from both photos and in my work) and made stickers, a linocut print, and a bonus Popcorn mix cd of songs that celebrate him and the rest of the cat kingdom.
Each pack includes 1 linocut print (signed & numbered in an edition of 50), 9 stickers for 9 lives: 6 black & white square stickers, 2 round full-color stickers, 1 linocut sticker and a free mix cd of 20 cat songs.
This would make an amazing present (get it early, for Christmas) for a cat lover who is also a music lover who is also an art lover! And for a crazy $15? I mean c’mon, the lino print alone is worth more than that! It’s just too good to pass up on. Plus, you’ll be helping Popcorn—who is obviously a loved and treasured member of Souther’s family…see him in all these different creations by Souther?—and if there’s anything that can really affect a cat lover, it’s another cat lover’s worries and anxiety about one of our furry babies.
I first became aware of Souther Salazar via Juxtapoz Magazine. In a magazine full of contemporary artists, Souther stood out in that issue because of the irrepressible playfulness, the unexpected inventiveness, and the sheer prolificacy of his work.
Not only are Souther’s paintings and illustrations fun, positive, and whimsical…he applies his touch in unexpected places, too…cardboard boxes, light bulbs, nails and hardware bits and bobs, juice bottles, junk…and an amazing collection of painted Autumn leaves.
The best sort of artist, Souther possesses the undaunted, endlessly curious, fertile mind of a child, who does not, cannot, stop creating—who goes through the world endlessly transforming things and surprising everyone. There is tenderness, poetry, and humor in all he does.

The radio interview with Loop The Loop’s musicians, Gene Peterson and Adam Page, that I had managed to hear snatches of—over the clang and clatter of the kitchen at work—simply did not do this show justice. There was, I recall, some banter about rubber squeeze toys, and a brief tootle on a zucchini flute…but the radio announcer didn’t manage to describe the show with more than the usual adjectives “amazing” and “wonderful”, already used indiscriminately on everything—from charity concerts for Japan, to Sunday churchyard cupcake sales.
Which turned out a good thing, because I went to last night’s show expecting 100 minutes of 1930s Jewish-American television humor by two doped-up ex-surfies, pulling homemade instruments out of their Wicked Camper Van. I expected a lot of “Whoa!” and “Hey, Dude,” and to witness musical skills equal or slightly better than those of Toad Suck, Arkansas’ 5th grade band class.
It was nice to be wrong. Peterson and Page cobbled real, dance-able, enjoyable musical pieces together last night, using about 30 instruments—classical, traditional, vocal and body instruments, besides the bizarre ones made from zucchinis, typewriters, or vacuum cleaner pipes—combined with funk, reggae, and carib rhythms. And The Loop, of course.
Performance oriented Liveloopers will take real-time audio samples, and loop these samples on the fly, allowing the musician to sample new material while the current loop is playing. It’s a quick way to extend half-a-dozen sampled instruments: a phrase of saxophone, some toots across the open mouth of a glass pop bottle, some righteous percussion, a bit of spoken word, beatboxing, vocal turntablism, and singing…into one big, rich, layered, harmonious sound…immediately, in real-time, onstage, using whatever you’ve got on hand. Or on your chin.

Highlights of last night’s show, for me, were:
I’m sorry if you missed this one-night only show…it was a feast for the senses, and good fun, too. Shame people weren’t told more about it, it was really too good to miss, not something you’re likely to experience everyday (not in Darwin, not anywhere, really): two consummate musicians, a hundred minutes of creative, fearless, masterful music, a rich and substantial performance rounded out by a sauce of cheeky fun.
…February, month of despair,with a skewered heart in the centre.I think dire thoughts, and lust for French frieswith a splash of vinegar.Cat, enough of your greedy whiningand your small pink bumhole.Off my face! You’re the life principle,more or less, so get goingon a little optimism around here.Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring…—excerpt from February by Margaret Atwood
It’s actually been gray and sunless long enough to starve our solar panels, which in turn has left our bank of 12-volt batteries flat. I’m under strict orders not to use my laptop for more than an hour…and only during the ‘day,’ when there is presumably more light in the sky than during the ‘night,’ though some days I can’t tell which way is up, and neither can the sulphur-crested cockatoos, who snooze in the mangroves until something like half-past-eight in the morning. I think hunger probably wakes them up, more than the sun.
I’m happy that my time on the macbook has been curtailed, though I miss the music more than anything—I just got Keith Jarrett‘s spontaneous jazz piano piece Köln, January 24, 1975, Pt. II C before all the weather started, and I haven’t been able to listen to it properly yet! Still, it’s not going anywhere; nice to have something to anticipate hungrily.
I had a brief Valentine’s Day rash, a week back, where I painted up some cases in pink and went wild with the hearts and doilies and lace and poetry and whatnot. Owls, did I really do owls?! I think I’m over it now, thank you, (I AM doing just one more, for my friend Miss Hurro Kitty, because she said pretty please) feeling much more like myself again…don’t know what came over me.
But it was a good rash, because I sold the first two of these journals right away, there’s just the last one left…it started with the needle in the upper left corner of the back cover, and before I knew what was happening, I’d added in a whole bunch of needleworking accessories. So it has become A Valentine for an Embroiderer (or Needlewoman, at any rate)
Day? Night? Dude (aka Pink Bumhole) doesn’t care…it’s all just “weather for sleeping” to him. He’s found a new spot this week, too…next to the flat 12-volt batteries.