杨佳盈的宣言

“ 我发现一件很有趣的事情。

衣服，有贵贱。算计衡量艺术价值，一条裙子可以是S$40，也可以是$2000。
食物，也分贵贱。一样根据其艺术价值，一餐可以S$5解决，也可以是$100。

可是，一片CD，不管品质好坏，一样是S$20！我们是赚到的咯！S$20在现在的社会能买到什么？

$20是多，或是少呢？

比起一辆汽车，房子，$20算什么？
$20可能连一件t-shirt都买不到。
$20可以买4份快餐套餐，
可以吃上5碗肉挫面，
可以买一片消耗n年时间、精力换来的唱片，
可以见识音乐人的理想，
可以宣誓对艺术、对音乐的坚持和respect。

阿信说的好诚恳：
“讓我們知道，在這個時代裡面，五月天的想法，不是一場錯誤，不是一場一廂情願的相信。
讓我們確確切切的知道，唱片不會死，音樂不會死，
而真心，可以換到真心。” （全文）

如 果我们对音乐持续“能省则省”的态度，很快的真的就听不到好音乐了。最近因为认识了很多音乐人，他们嘴边总是挂着“sigh, it's tough”。他们不是无聊说说博同情。他们真的被科技打败了。现在网上download一首歌，只需少过1分钟。真他妈的快。你们下载得越快，音乐人就 越坚持。

我不是很传统、很刻板地在说“不要download！”
我想说的是，“Don't be a murderer! 不要亲手抹杀好音乐！”。

好听就把它买下来，你的$20是音乐人的强心针，让他们再坚持一下下。 ”



强心针。。。好需要这个强心针啊。

Sometimes I feel lost in music.

Like now.

I may have a library of songs, waiting for me to click on. But it just doesn't feel right.
Something is missing. The lyrics book, the album art, the full concept of an album, having something solid in my hand to hold, something to keep me from chatting on msn, from surfing the internet, from snacking, from anything.

I have an urge to spend a fortune on various CDs, English and Chinese and then sit down in a corner of the room with the old CD player with the anti-shake system and just listen to songs track by track with my eyes glued to the lyrics book.

I have an urge to throw out everything in my room that is in my way, I have the urge to live in a room with white walls, white floors, white bright lights, and just me in the middle with bright coloured cushions and my trusty old CD player.

My room is still in a mess. My life is reflected in my room. Its messy, but its full of things that are precious, that can make me happy, that can make me sad. But at one look, its just a mess.

The songs that are pulsing through my ears now bring me no inspiration. I am lost.

I need to be pulled back.

I realise I was never the extremist. I was never the loyal fan.

I appreciated the music and I loved the person, but I never really made it a point to listen to every song. Not Jay, Not even Yoga.

But I want to do that now, and I can't find the discs... and I don't want to crawl under my dusty bed and dig them out because I'm allergic to dust.

Ever feel like that? When you have so many things you want to do, and yet you find no motivation to do them? You can't draw enough strength to carry them out...

I can't find the song to sing for the performance on Sunday.

I'm always torn between singing a song I really want to share and a song I do well.

Love me as I am.

All the big fishes in the ocean

Today I met two people who I have total admiration and respect for.

国宝's.

I was in the company of people I adore, and alot of people whom i have only heard of but have never actually met.

And as we sat there playing Mafia... its struck me.

原来这个音乐的市场也可以很小。
小到我这个无名小子也会有机会和这么多厉害的音乐认同欢共乐。

可是这市场也可以很大。
大到像太平阳那么大，怎么游都游不到属于自己的一片海洋。

Haha, no choice la.

Just be like Dory fish... "just keep swimming."

Ramblerdee.

I like to ramble on and on about things at that moment that I am experiencing a tsunami of feelings for.

Things like, a song I just heard, the vision of performing the song in front of a large crowd, taking in that last breath before delivering the last line of the song, just... the song itself.

Its melody, its lyrics, its arrangement, the singer, that high falsetto, that brilliant imperfection that makes it so real, so unreal, so close to my heart.

I'm not a complicated music lover.

I am too simple.

I need to expose myself to more, to different genres, different styles, different possibilities.

Not simply as a singer-wannabe, but as a person who experiences such un-describable, inexplicable shivers when I listen to songs in its full glory. Audio technica headphones completely surrounding my ear lobes and throwing in decibals after decibals of great audio wavelengths.

I love to ramble.

I love to feel.

I love these shivers I experience in the middle of the night simply listening to music.

And one blog is not enough for all my rambling.

From now on, this is where I'm going to throw all the rubbish thoughts and emotions I get from listening to good music.

Shit. Music is amazing.

I mean the fact that I'm starting another blog just to ramble on and on about music is amazing no?

You know what would be more amazing?

If i started TWO blogs just to ramble on and on about music...

You know what would be like radically amazing?

If i started THREE blogs just to ramble on and on about music....

That's not impossible you know. Judging by how far I am down the rambling road with this first post...

Wow.



This song again.
It slaps me.
Over and over and over again.
And it hurts, but the pain is good.
At least I feel the pain.



月黑风高
陈奕迅


月黑风高弯腰在记程车
雨点大 不短的路 给蒙蔽
我那司机这样子 熬夜到天亮
不容易
谁知他说 开完车 还要替一层的大婶扫地才休息
如果能多争几个钱 让儿子上大学
没关系
太还说 没关系 再困也没有问题
只要下一代了不起
下一代 我们再 我们再 唉声叹气
在沼泽里无能为力


想不到为什么会在这里
又想去哪里
越懂得多 越不满意 越喜欢回忆
看到了背影 看不到自己
路台也都怀疑
一直走千万公里
忘记了目的


他笑着说 从来没 没念过书
只懂得 出卖劳力 求生息
所以才希望他儿子 将来能行医 有出息
他说已经大年纪
开着车 右手有一点麻痹 没问题
后天有医生做儿子 每次想到这里
就欢喜
他还说 再吃力也不要 穿的失礼
否则怎去毕业典礼
下一代 我们再 我们再 唉声叹气
在沼泽里无能为力
想不到为什么会在这里
又想去哪里
越懂得多 越不满意 越喜欢回忆
看到了背影 看不到自己
（路台）也都怀疑
一直走千万公里
忘记了目的


想不到为什么会在这里
又想去哪里
越懂得多 越不满意 越喜欢回忆
看到了路灯 看不到自己
一直到司机说
他老了 忘了问我
你想去哪里
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