Writing on Air

Writing on Air by Jim Paredes


Reflections during a lockdown 0

Posted on March 22, 2020 by jimparedes
HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star 

) – March 22, 2020 – 12:00am

I find myself thinking and reflecting many times a day about the COVID-19 virus that continues to wreak havoc on everyone’s lives. I am trying to observe and understand everything I can beyond the daily reports about the sick, the dying, the dead, the recovered, the local geographical spread and projections. I wish to understand what is going on beyond the economic, political and health consequences. I am more interested in the psychological, philosophical, spiritual undercurrents that are playing here.

This will not be one coherent essay. It will be a collection of thoughts that came to me during the first few days of the lockdown.

Here they are.

March 17

COVID-19 is forcing us to physically stay away from friends, workmates, crowds, places to eat, concerts, movie houses, etc. It is forcing us to be alone, to be quiet and reflect amidst all the noise in the world. The unraveling of the virus is leading each one of us to get in touch with our inner life.

The fear is palpable. People are panic buying. And they do so because they feel helpless about the situation. They delude themselves into thinking they are empowered when they throw money at the problem. Strangely, it makes them feel that, somehow, they can and are doing something to control it. This is, of course, an absurdity, a false consolation. The truth is, panic buyers prevent other people from purchasing their own supplies. They are depriving others of the chance to protect themselves. Thus, those who buy wantonly out of fear of the virus are actually allowing the virus to multiply faster and infect other people.

March 18

God threw humanity a spiritual monkey wrench. All of a sudden, the rules have changed. The first law of life which used to be survival should now be set aside. The greater reality that we are facing runs on different rules. And the reality is, this virus can only be stopped if it is eliminated everywhere. Otherwise, it will keep spreading and may even come back. Nothing else will suffice. Only by saving everyone will this virus be eradicated. We are ALL vulnerable. And so ALL countries must be rendered virus- free. It’s an all-or-nothing scenario. There is no doubt in my mind now that the first rule of life is this: We are all one.

It is so amazing how dedicated the frontliners (doctors, nurses, hospital staff, technicians, and all those under direct exposure to the virus) are for showing up every day and risking their lives to save others. It is a sure thing that we are all going to die sooner or later. But no one wants to die voluntarily. And yet that is what they are ready to sacrifice: they are voluntarily risking their lives so that others may live. That is heroism and greatness. It is the same as what Christ did.

March 19

COVID-19 is already changing the world and life as we know it. And it is happening faster than we realize. Consider that each person alive is actually personally threatened by it. We are all forced to think about our own mortality AT THE SAME TIME. No one is exempted. Social class, race, age, nationality and any other categorization you can think of: these do not matter. This has never happened in human history. The experience is globally felt.

Do I believe that some unseen power is behind all this? Without material proof, I am willing to say yes, definitely! I feel it in the deepest part of me that God is once again entering history to alter its course. We are trapped in a historical trajectory where we are going to end up with a whole planet destroyed by greed, selfishness and alienation. This virus is hopefully getting everyone thinking about their own lives and future. It is forcing a lot of people to think of others. And people are realizing now that we can’t go on living the way we have been living. Mankind is in reflection mode, dreading what will become of all of us after this. And we as one humanity will have to make a collective decision about that.

March 20

Whatever decision we make these days, big or small, is subject to health or sanitation considerations. You can’t behave or live your life like you used to. Every action now has potentially serious health repercussions. For example, every object you touch could potentially have the COVID-19 virus. Or you could have the virus and you could be passing on the infection to something or someone. You can’t do things on a whim like visit a friend, or go to the mall, or just hang out. You must always be alert and conscious. We need to remind ourselves constantly that we now live in a world with new social protocols. What used to be paranoid thinking has become normal.

Social distancing will be especially hard for us Filipinos since we love to socialize with friends, family. We are quite touchy-feely as a people. Almost overnight, many activities, innocent as they used to be, suddenly have become potentially dangerous and threatening. We can’t “beso-beso,” “mano po,” spontaneously hug anymore and not feel we are exposing ourselves and others to COVID-19. In fact, we can’t even go now to birthday parties, baptisms, weddings, graduations, etc.

It is especially sad for us Filipinos to know that what used to be big important family events such as funerals and wakes have become devoid of relatives, friends and other mourners. As much as the immediate family and friends of the departed need people who can give them sympathy, consolation and physical expressions of condolences, they will have to be deprived of it till this pandemic is over.

March 21

We may understand the science of how we can be infected, and what the virus will do to our bodies. We may have figured out what to do to protect ourselves. But it is so hard to understand WHY it is happening.

Just a month ago, life seemed to be so different. Now everything seems bleak, tentative. Our lives are not only on hold as we stay at home to save ourselves and others from infection. Many things that we used to rely on are now uncertain. Will we still have jobs after this? How many of our friends and relatives will survive this? How many years will it take us to recover economically and psychologically?

One thing I am sure of though is once we begin to accept that the sudden decline of the world’s fortunes (including ours) is the start of mankind’s new spiritual journey, we will adapt and learn faster.

Ironically, what is threatening to kill us may in fact make us better people and ultimately save the human race.

Neale Donald Walsch, one of my favorite authors and spiritual teachers, once wrote that all our thoughts, actions, feelings and decisions come from only two sponsoring thoughts: love and fear.

We are watching fear playing out every, day and it is making everyone more fearful. Fear gives us feelings of insecurity and scarcity. And fear is highly contagious.

Let’s try to imagine how we would think, feel and act if we consciously decide to come from love. People will be calmer, more patient and giving. I am sure we can help many more people survive this. We can change the world into something better for the earth’s environment and inhabitants.

As simple as it is, perhaps love is the answer.

Covid19 gone viral 0

Posted on March 08, 2020 by jimparedes
HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star 

) – March 8, 2020 – 12:00am

It is the preoccupation of the entire world. It is our biggest worry, fear, and concern. I am talking about the Coronavirus. It has cast fear all over the world. Almost everywhere, people are showing signs of panic as the spread of Covid19 is racing beyond the epidemic stage and becoming a full-blown pandemic. Paranoia has begun in many places and it is manifesting in panic-buying, fear of crowds and even racial discrimination against Chinese since everyone knows that China is the origin of this deadly virus.

I do not know anyone who does not follow the stories and news reports daily about the development and spread of the virus. Many people have started to avoid crowds by shunning malls, concerts, movie houses, etc. People are washing their hands many times every day. People are wearing masks. Travel has slowed down considerably as more people just opt to be safe by staying at home.

I have been thinking about this. In many ways, this is THE virus of our particular era. In the age of globalization, it has spread and infected people on a global scale and is debilitating many nations. At this time where everything is almost communicated instantaneously, the speed of its transmission is faster than other viruses man has known. And those infected may not even show signs of symptoms; Covid19 has literally gone viral in every sense of the word.

For many years now, movies and media have exploited the themes of alien and zombie invasions. People have been consuming such themes as entertainment for a long times. Because of this, I am not surprised that their reaction to the pandemic is the way it is. In such movies, there is a sickness or a virus that is so horrible it transforms infected people into zombies or some deadly, ugly creature. Transmission is via contact with another zombie. In these stories, nobody really knows who the zombies or the monsters are since the infected look like normal, ordinary people until the infection becomes full-blown. And then they become ugly and terrorizing.

People seem to be looking at Covid19 much like a zombie infestation. It can drive people into great fear because the virus-stricken person can appear totally asymptomatic. To a nervous, fearful public, everyone in the world is suspect.

At this stage, there is still a lot we do not know about Covid19. But one sure thing is, it strikes fear in the hearts of a great number of people and causes them to be in a state of panic. Panic itself has also become a pandemic.

As I write this, it is good to know that as of RIGHT NOW, the chances of getting the virus are still lower than someone winning the lotto, except if you live in China. The other thing to know is, the survival rate so far is pretty big except for older and sickly people. Many can take temporary comfort in this until we know more about the virus and where it’s spreading.

This is certainly not merely a health issue. Covid19’s economic impact is already being felt in practically all economies all over the world. Factory closures, megacities are on lockdown; the closing down of many offices and services, travel restrictions, etc. are negatively affecting markets, companies, and trade all over. Financially, socially, psychologically and, of course, health-wise, many will suffer everywhere.

But as in every situation, there is also the bright side.

On the other hand, the closure of millions of manufacturing factories, businesses in China since the end of January has cleaned the air in many places and many cities in China. Where there used to be heavy pollution hanging in the air, the air quality has greatly improved in Beijing and many other locations. People say the haze is gone. Oil imports all over the world have slowed down considerably. Polluted rivers are showing signs of some recovery. This sudden major interruption in manufacturing and economic activity has been beneficial to the environment.

I confess I have asked myself if this virus is nature’s way of reminding us to take pause and see what we have been doing to the earth. Is nature striking back? Is she “correcting” or healing the world by releasing such a virus? I am sure I am not the only person who has asked these questions. And I really do not know the answer.

But I do know that endless march to ever-greater material progress, the obsession with an ever-growing economy, the creation and pursuit of more and more wealth has not been good for the planet. Unbridled greed and capitalism are killing it.

The past 100 years have turned people into consumers enslaved by the thought that the newest, the latest, the upgrade, the “improved,” the next generation of products, the quest for more, more, more are what we must strive for. This has defined for many what the pursuit of happiness is all about. This insatiable thirst for material pleasures has caused so much garbage, pollution, and destruction of the environment. It has also caused so much alienation, meaninglessness, and depression among many people.

And now comes Covid19, which has disrupted the chain that runs the whole mean machine of greed. It is doing severe damage to the manufacturing center of the world. It is putting great pressure on its social balance and threatens its authoritarian grip on its people. And I am not just talking about China. The impact of all this seems cataclysmic and biblical in proportions. I am not a religious man but the recent massive flooding, fires, volcanic threats and now the onslaught of viruses bring to mind the plagues of the Old Testament.

It will be quite long before things get back to normal if they ever do. The worst-case scenarios keep changing almost weekly as scientists continue to learn more about Covid19. One thing sure is, we humans are NOT in control of the situation right now. I do hope we can get a grip on it. But even if we do eventually, the human cost is already great right now.

And since the virus is a direct threat to human life, it is perhaps appropriate to reflect on the spiritual dimension of our experience of it. An Australian psychologist has pointed out the reason why people have engaged in panic buying. It is because we want to control the situation by throwing money at it. I am sorry to say that a complete stock of toilet paper, canned goods and other groceries, etc. will not save you. Depriving other people of basic needs just so you can survive is NOT the answer.

Maybe writer Joseph Campbell was right when he said that the first rule in life is not the survival of the fittest. The first rule is that we are one! As one humanity, we must solve this. If we think along these lines, maybe more of us will survive this plague.

COVID19

Family! 0

Posted on February 23, 2020 by jimparedes
The author Jim Paredes with (from left) Ala, Zadie, Mio, Lydia,
and Erica

HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – February 23, 2020 – 12:00am

The past three weeks have been all about family. Lydia’s brother Ricky, the doctor in the family, and his wife Chato came over to visit from the US. He was supposed to be here for a medical mission in Taal, but the plan was aborted when it seemed like the volcano was going to erupt anytime soon. It was too late to change plans so they just decided to push through with their trip home. Meanwhile, Lydia’s eldest sister Rosanne and her friend Lorna Ejercito who were supposed to stay in our house for just four days decided to cancel their trip to Thailand due to the coronavirus scare and just stay put in Manila before returning to California.

My daughter Ala, her husband John and their baby Zadie had been staying with us the past three weeks before the rest arrived. My son Mio also flew in from Sydney to attend the wedding of a childhood friend. Our eldest, Erica, decided to fly in from Paris to be with family even just for five days.

It is an understatement to say we had a full house. We had a stream of visitors practically non-stop.

Lydia and I come from big families. On both sides, we have 10 sibs each. We are used to having many people around. Practically every day, our house was brimming with visitors. We all mostly sat around our huge dining table that can seat 22 people. We talked, reconnected, reminisced, laughed and caught up with each others’ lives. There were always at least four to as many as 18 people gathered there at any waking hour.

I enjoy being with Lydia’s sibs. Rosanne, the eldest girl in the Mabanta family, with whom we have traveled abroad on a few occasions, is always great company. She is a real ate who likes to look after everyone. She is also a joyful, generous, funny person who is always great to have around.

The biggest deal for Lydia and I was having all our kids at home. We had not been together since five years ago when Ala and John got married in Sydney. Seeing them around our dining table was such a special occasion. Our children are all grown up and have lives of their own. I mostly just listened to their conversation to see where they were at. I enjoyed hearing their banter, laughter, their stories. It was good to know that at least at this point in time, they all seem to be in a good, happy place.

One highlight was a dinner where Erica, who is slowly making a name for herself as a chef in Paris, whipped up a steak and mashed potato meal. As simple as it sounds, the meal was actually superbly delicious. Her degree at Le Cordon Bleu and her four-month stint at a two-star Michelin Robuchon resto in Paris (Joel Robuchon is a legend in the chef world) had paid off. She learned the secret to making the best steak and mashed potatoes you will ever taste in your entire life.

Ala and John, as a young couple and new parents, are a joy to watch. They are good and very nurturing partners in all ways, especially in their nurture and care of Zadie. As grandparents, we enjoyed Zadie day in day out. She is almost three years old now. We liked staying home babysitting when the couple wanted to have their own time. Zadie is a happy, delightful kid who, we discovered, has great language skills. She uses words like “perhaps,” “otherwise” and “either” with an Aussie accent in their right contexts. She talks incessantly and is quite playful. She loves the company of sisters who are crazy about her.

Mio spent a lot of time with friends. It was good that they liked hanging out at our home just like when they were kids in grade school and high school. They have certainly grown up and are now in their very early 30s with budding careers. From their stories, I was surprised to realize how much their early lives actually revolved around our home. It was great to see them now as adults. Their enduring love and friendship for each other were palpable. They laughed, teased and enjoyed each other. They made each other ninongs to their children and best men at their weddings.

Zadie had an advanced birthday party last Saturday with all the bells and whistles. We hired a big bouncing castle, a huge piñata, good food and tons of children running around everywhere. I remember gathering a few of Ala’s friends and their kids for a photo before they left. Amid the din, everyone heard Zadie say, “Family” right before I took the photo. You could hear a collective “Aww” after.

Every night, Lydia and I would be exhausted and plop into bed only to wake up early and excited to be with family the next day.

What can be a greater happiness than to be with loved ones? A family is something Lydia and I committed to having and nurturing when we decided to spend our lives together. Of course, like all parents, we had no idea what our children would be like or how they would turn out. Just as we raised them, they also raised us in many ways. We learned a lot as we became family.

I think God smiled at Lydia and me and blessed us with great kids. Surely, they are not perfect kids. But we feel that we have raised good human beings who love and have compassion. And two of them have given us wonderful, intelligent and beautiful grandchildren. I hope a few more will come along not too long from now. We can only be so thankful.

All the visitors have gone. We are empty nesters again. It is quiet in the house. But it is not sad. There is a lingering feeling of contentment. We started with just the two us. The children came along. And then the grandchildren. And it is just the two of us again.

We have contributed good people into this world. We as a family have touched the lives of friends, relatives and even strangers. Our home has gifted them with reminiscences to keep and treasure. The memories of this visit will tide us through until we see them all again.

Life is so good.

Writing in ordinary places 0

Posted on February 09, 2020 by jimparedes

HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – February 9, 2020 – 12:00am

Although decades have passed, I can still remember when I wrote one of my first songs. I was in my teens on a bus going home from Ateneo de Manila High School. It was around 4 p.m. I had this melody in my head. I kept singing it quietly so I would not forget it. I had already figured out the chords even without my guitar. The song was titled New Day.

When I got home, I immediately picked up my guitar, played the song practically all night to make sure I had memorized it. I remember how great the feeling was to create something out of thin air. I was ecstatic.

I played it for my high school friends a few days later, and soon enough we were singing it during breaks in class, and in the few school gigs we were invited to.

Things were so simple then. If I had a song in my mind, I could remember them by doing exactly as I did when I wrote New Day. And, boy, did I have songs in my head. I was constantly picking up melodies from out of the blue. It was much later, maybe a complete decade or more when I got myself a tape recorder that was small enough to carry around to record the melodies and lyrics in my head.

When I started to make some serious money from writing and performing, I built myself a recording studio. The idea behind it was to have my own ideal place to write and record my compositions. I thought it was a great idea then. I had a beautiful and complete creative space that I hoped would inspire me to keep creating.

Well, it worked for a few years. The novelty of owning a studio got me to write a few songs. It was so easy to get a decent study going with instruments and voices stacked together to make a song sound great. When I would write commercial jingles, I wrote them with ease since I did not have to reserve and rent a studio outside. I could do it at home where my studio was.

After a few years though, the whole setup started to lose its charm. The idea itself of having to sustain a studio started to run counter to my creative process. Yes, it was good that I had a room with great acoustics to write without the outside world coming in to interrupt me while I was writing. But having to be dependent on my technician to turn on the entire studio with all that expensive equipment just for me to hear a simple melody playing in my head was getting to me. It was too much trouble, I thought. I soon realized that having a studio was good for song production but not necessary during the songwriting stage. In truth, I did not need it. I could write without owning a studio before — why did I need this special room now?

Soon, I found myself writing more and more outside the studio. I felt freer. My output actually increased. I wrote in my room, in school, in church during the homily, in my car while driving, etc. as I used to before.

This realization taught me something valuable about being an artist. I did not need an elaborate setup to do what actually came naturally to me. All I needed to do was to open myself, observe and listen to my thoughts and feelings, and just allow my creativity to express them in song.

My artist daughter told me of a similar experience. Ala had been drawing ever since she was old enough to hold a pencil. Growing up, she made journals of drawings. I remember her constantly illustrating something.

When I told her about my experience of having my own studio, she could relate immediately. As an art student years later at Enmore College in Sydney, and later on as a working artist, she used to rent art studios to be able to draw undisturbed. Sure, she could draw at home but she felt she could be more prolific inside a quieter setting. Or so she thought. Looking back, she told me that she actually painted less when she rented those studios. These days, she paints in her one-bedroom apartment that she shares with her husband and baby.

Before she can spread her drawing paper on the floor, she has to pick up all the scattered toys, books, and other stuff to make space. She says that, surprisingly, she is more prolific now than when she had a private place to paint.

I find I have to constantly learn and relearn that the creative impulse I need to access lies inside myself. I do not need an elaborate setup to be able to create anything. But it also does not mean that the world outside cannot move me to write songs and stuff. Events, people, scenery, travel, etc. can and have moved me many times to write books, songs, and articles.

National Artist BenCab showed me his elaborately beautiful studio on his Baguio property where his museum is located. But he said he still prefers to use his old, cramped, less-than-ideal studio where he did most of his earlier paintings.

American author Stephen King, in his book On Writing, notes how his early books were written under rough conditions. He wrote them on the backs of used paper during his free time in between jobs that paid the rent. When he had earned his first few millions, he bought a beautiful huge desk and set it up in a room with perfect lighting in his new house. It was to be his exclusive creative space. He banned anyone from entering it. The room was for his writing only.

Soon, he realized that he could not get himself to write like he used to. Eventually, he moved the desk to a corner and settled for a smaller one, and he allowed his kids to play in the room whenever they wanted. He eventually got his mojo back. “Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around,” he wrote.

There is also a Zen saying that I’ll paraphrase: “You do not need to cover the world in leather. Just wear shoes.”

You do not need perfect conditions to do art. You do not even need inspiration. This idea of having to feel inspired is so trite and unrealistic. You can be your own source of inspiration. I know I do not need an earth-shaking experience to move me to write although it helps when muses do show up. I cannot expect the world to adjust to me. I have to do my work almost under any conditions. I just have to get in touch with myself.

Everything I need is already inside me. I just have to actually do the work.

NEW DAY

The call of conscience 0

Posted on January 19, 2020 by jimparedes

by Jim Paredes – January 19, 2020 – 12:00am

Has It ever happened to you that you find yourself challenged physically, emotionally, intellectually, morally and spiritually?
The last few weeks have been brutal.

There are the deadly fires in Australia that have destroyed a huge portion of this beautiful country causing the death of more than 20 people, and 1.3 billion animals. In Indonesia, there are the savage floods that have wiped out more than a hundred people, and many communities from the face of the earth. And yes, the environmental destruction all around the world is happening, and every day brings in new horrific stories.

Yes, many feel the gloom and doom everyday everywhere. And it’s not just the environment that is contributing to hopelessness.

Dictators everywhere are destroying democratic societies. The Trumps, Boldsonaros, Dutertes and Xi jin Pins of the world rule with impunity and delusion. Fake news and trolls are corrupting the minds of people everywhere driving them to violence, hate, and incivility.

Powerful countries are recklessly pushing each other to the brink of a shooting war. Full-blown hostilities may be unleashed soon which could start a real world war.

Here in the Philippines, there is the real threat of the Taal explosion which according to experts is imminent and can be highly destructive, even deadly. The magnitude of evacuations ongoing right now from affected areas close to Taal on to safe grounds is unprecedented. The government through its own fault slashed the calamity funds from the national budget and so is crippled to deal with this unprecedented human and ecological crisis. Its response has shown a lack of coherence, coordination and even compassion. Luckily, civil society is filling some of the void.

And let us not forget that by April, there will be a severe water shortage that will affect a huge number of people in Metro Manila. Unless we have strong rains very soon, this is an inevitability.

There is much to be anxious about. The modern world’s state of affairs seems to be in crisis everywhere. What can be done? Many people do not know. Worse, many of them do not even care.

Sometimes I wonder why I allow myself to feel the suffering of people I do not even know. Why do I care about the refugees who die while escaping persecution? Why do I feel the need to help others? Why do I make it my business to speak out against injustice? Why am I moved or triggered by misogyny, racism, climate destroyers, and deniers? Why do I care about ignorance, poverty, and the well-being of strangers? Why do I even worry about people who do not care?

Last week, the Supreme Court rejected with finality the proposed right to marry among the LGBT citizens of this country. I felt a big disappointment as I thought of gay friends who love other people and are ready to commit themselves to life-long relationships. What a letdown it must be for them. When you think about it, love is love no matter which part of the rainbow you live in.

Some people will easily dismiss or even condemn me for being a bleeding liberal democrat who espouses and fights for these kinds of causes. And I am guilty as charged. And I also know how my views trigger certain people to react negatively. The world is so polarised.

I mourn the loss of biodiversity, the majestic forests, the billions of animals who perished in the fires, human lives. I also shed tears for the degradation of living standards, clean air, and the deadly onset of climate change happening everywhere. The persecution of people and the denial of their human rights to express themselves, to love, to live their lives among peaceful communities and a society that delivers social justice is unconscionable. My heart breaks as young people suffer and lose hope because of mental illnesses like depression and anxiety.

The loss affects me in all ways and manners. The lack of respect and dignity in the way leaders of society regard their constituents appalls me deeply.

All these take their toll on many levels: I feel physically tired fighting, arguing, getting emotional over moral, spiritual, intellectual arguments with people.

Between good versus evil, right vs wrong, virtue versus evil, knowledge versus ignorance, sustainability versus greed, one can’t readily be sure what people will choose. It seems the world has gone mad and has turned its values upside down.

Another question I occasionally ask myself is why many people have not given up the fight? Why do Aussie firefighters continue to risk their lives every day to douse the fires when often enough, the fires return bigger than ever? Why do human rights lawyers fight for people who are persecuted, detained, tortured or killed when these types of clients hardly have the means to pay for legal services? It seems they willingly put themselves in danger. Why do volunteers spend their time and money trying to pack relief goods to deliver to evacuees when they know it is impossible to feed everyone on a daily basis especially for an extended period of time?

The answer, I have learned, is simple. They would feel worse if they did not. It is the nature of a heightened conscience to rise up to question, confront, and challenge what it sees to be wrong. The sense of duty can be so strong that it cannot live with itself if it denies the call to action. Especially when the situation seems almost impossible, the call to do something, anything becomes too loud to ignore. To act is imperative.

I remember seeing a video of a real-life situation where this young man shows up every morning at a beach to pick up star-fishes that nature had washed to shore. He picks up as many as he can and throws them back to the sea daily. When asked why he was doing what he was doing considering that even if he saves some, hundreds more will die, he answered, ‘It matters to this one’, as he picks up one and throws it back to the sea.

People of conscience believe in the importance of all undertakings whether they be big or small. Every effort counts especially when you know little things can build up to the last straw, or contribute to reaching the tipping point that can turn a situation around.

Unfortunately, it matters just as great when people choose to ignore and deny a problem and do nothing.

As for me, I would rather be on the side of those who fight for compassionate change than those who are too scared or lazy to do anything, or too apathetic to even curse the darkness.

Music to de-stress by 0

Posted on January 05, 2020 by jimparedes
HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – January 5, 2020 – 12:00am

The holidays are over. We are back to everyday life. I don’t know if the transition back to daily living is a relief or a challenge for you. For some people, the Christmas season can be a very stressful time. Traffic, finances, social obligations, etc., can push people’s buttons and trigger great levels of stress. For others, the season is a time to enjoy and have quality time with loved ones. Through the years, I have noticed that I have actually been swinging from one to the other.

While we have started on a new year, much of the past will still be with us. Problems do not go away magically just because an old year ends and a new one begins.

Changes, the positive ones, take longer to happen. Deterioration, inertia and negativity can sometimes feel like they last longer. That’s because, without human intervention, the nature of things is to break down, get corrupted and destroyed. Entropy is a law of thermodynamics and rules over everything. And our lives are about trying to stop chaos, uncertainty and destruction that happens in the world. But preventing things from going to pot and rot also causes pressure and stress in daily life.

Through meditation, I have learned to remain mostly calm and collected even in the middle of a situation when many people are likely to be showing signs of physical and psychological cracks. Sure, like everyone, I lose it at times. But I have trained myself through the years to depersonalize situations or look at events objectively and without too many emotional attachments. The world does not revolve around me. Things and events simply happen. They come and go. When I am under stress, I just tell myself that problems are simply clouds passing by. They, too, shall pass.

And yes, they do.

Aside from mediation, I have been relying lately on the power of music to help me cope. I have discovered some songs and instrumental pieces that I know to be effective in helping me relax and calm down. There are pages on the internet that claim some of these songs have even been tested scientifically on people and gauged at how effectively they relieve all kinds of pain, daily stress, headaches, depression, and even for post-operative recovery, etc.

I did a lot of research on the net and personally listened to a lot of the recommended material. Many of the songs recommended were still not calm enough for me. The beats and melodies were still too actively engaging for my taste. In my quest for de-stressing music, there were some albums I’ve discovered by myself over the years. I find that the songs I like were not too well known by me or other people. That, to me, is a good thing. It forces me to surrender to them.

Here are my recommendations.

1) “Music to Calm Down Anxiety” by Relaxing Records. From the very beginning, the music will calm you with its extended long notes played on strings. The label has other albums that can put you in a meditative state. The songs can help ease anxiety or just simply pull the plug off from your busy mind. You will leave your concerns far behind.

2) Please Don’t Go by Barcelona. I have not heard other songs from this group except this one. This song is chill and can calm you down. The sound is more contemporary, too.

3) “Watermark” by Enya. Enya’s sound is very conducive to relaxation. Mostly slow, no loud beats. Very chill. Most of her albums are like that. After a while, you tend to be unaware it is playing and just feel so light and stress-free.

4) Any album by Ravi Shankar. Sitar music is very mysterious and haunting. It still sounds almost alien to the Western listener. I find it relaxing because unlike Western music, it takes a long time before the music gets to its central or main theme or melody. There is a lot of meandering. And the music sounds atonal since it is not written or played using a Western musical scale that we are used to. We are used to songs that try to catch our attention and engage us within seconds. Ravi Shankar’s music does not build up, at least not in the Western sense. They are long pieces that last up to 30 minutes or more. A busy, analytical mind will simply surrender to it since it is hard to analyze its structure. There is a drone-like effect that lulls you to sleep.

5) Happiness Runs by Donovan. A short song. Delightful, but calm. The working ingredient is its repetitiousness.

6) Energy by Ryuichi Sakamoto. I would recommend not just the song but the whole album called “This is Ryuichi Sakamoto.” The music is unfamiliar and the flowing piano solos are very soothing. They do not intrude. Play it at low volume in a dark room. Get lost in it.

7) “Urubu” by Antonio Carlos Jobim. Strangely, I find this album engaging but relaxing at the same time, probably because it takes me to another world. All the lyrics are in Portuguese and so I am not distracted by any narrative or story the lyrics may suggest. The orchestration is by Claus Ogerman. His arrangements are wonderful, magical, sometimes with understated brilliance, and at other times breathtakingly playful. The total effect is it engages you out of your mundane concerns and refreshes you.

8) Cinema Paradiso soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. The music is beautiful and sentimental. It is soft and grows on you immediately in a very cozy and caressing way. Totally disarming in its beauty. It can change your mood from tense to totally relaxed in just a few seconds.

9) “Weightless” by Marconi Union. This album is undisputedly the most relaxing, de-stressing album you can listen to. The first time I heard it, I drifted to sleep quite quickly and woke up two and a half hours later feeling so peaceful, calm and refreshed. I listened to the two-hour version of “Weightless” on Spotify. Upon further research,  I discovered there is a 10-hour version! No, I have not listened to the long one. But I will soon.

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You can put all these songs on a playlist and have them ready when you want to seriously relax or just get away from all the problems of the world.

I like to lie down on my bed wearing loose clothes (or none), and feel all my muscles give way to gravity. I try to abandon all physical, mental, psychological resistance and control, and just totally surrender to the music. This means not even having an opinion on what I am listening to. I avoid trying to classify, understand, analyze or dissect the music. I open and allow the music to change and alter my mood and feelings. I end up completely flowing with it.

I would not suggest you listen to your playlist in traffic. While it will de-stress you, it might also make you sleep. If you have a driver, try it, but make sure he does not fall asleep either.

Shut off the deadlines, obligations, responsibilities once in a while. Recharge. This is a good practice to adopt for the new decade to survive it intact.

BARCELONAPLEASE DON’T GO RELAXING RECORDS

A gig at a detention center 0

Posted on December 15, 2019 by jimparedes

HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – December 15, 2019 – 12:00am

I had been looking forward to this particular appointment at 2 p.m. last Thursday, Dec. 5. I brought my guitar. I joined Leah Navarro, Bertie Lim, Melie Nicolas, Dan Songco, Charito Cruz, Gina Ordonez, Narz Lim, and Vicky Garchitorena all EDSA veterans and warriors to visit a common friend of ours in jail.

We agreed to meet at Camp Crame by 1:30 p.m. I came a few minutes late. After a long process where we had to submit identification cards, sign in as visitors, get bodily inspected, we were finally let inside the gate. There was a handful of police in this guarded area. In front of us was a long open-air corridor. We walked passed it towards a detached detention room. The clouds were heavy. It looked like strong rain was going to pour any minute. I walked briskly just in case.

When we got into the solo detention place, we were bodily inspected once again. They checked my guitar, the food someone brought and the Christmas party hats we intended to wear during the visit. At last, we were allowed to enter the receiving area, which was a bare room with a red leatherette sofa and some white monoblock chairs. And there, we waited.

Soon enough, the most feared prisoner of this government Senator Leila De Lima walked in. She had a big smile on her face. She was clearly happy to see us. We were also quite excited to see her. The last time I talked to her was during the EDSA celebration three years ago. It was a few weeks before she was arrested and jailed. Noel Cabangon and I even had a photo with her then.

I noticed that she had lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw her. She looked good, healthy and even slightly fit. She was happy to see us even as I noticed a calmness about her.

After a few minutes of greetings and some chit chat, the rain poured outside. The loud pitter-patter made conversation a bit hard because of the noise level. At that point, Leah Navarro suggested we sing Christmas Carols. The group (minus myself) had met two days before the visit to practice. We were raring to sing. Everyone had lyric sheets and wore party hats over their heads. I brought out my guitar and started playing. We started singing Pasko na Naman Muli. Then we segued to Silver Bells, Silent Night, Pasko ay Sumapit and a few other songs. We sang them cheerfully and with gusto. After a while when the rain eased a bit, we paused from singing and resumed our conversation.

Leila talked to us about her living quarters, which we did not get to see. It is a room that is away and isolated from other prisoners’ quarters. In fact, she has had zero contact with any other prisoner. There is no kitchen in her quarters and so she cannot cook. But they allowed her to have a microwave oven to heat her meals. She has no access to television, radio, cell phone and definitely no social media. Once a week, they bring a television monitor to the receiving area where she watches a movie all by herself. The movie, which is on a USB, is submitted days before so that it can be reviewed by her guards before she can watch.

She is allowed visitors, but the rules change from time to time. Lately, her visitors have been going through a hard time getting permission. She said she noticed the tightened restrictions ever since some US senators publicly asked for her release.

After about 30 minutes of conversation, we went back to singing again. Next on the lyric sheet was the song Pasko na Sinta Ko. I noticed how poignantly we sang this compared to the other songs. While it was sad, it felt too beautiful and appropriate to skip it. We sang a bit more until we finished all the songs on the list. I then went solo and sang Tuloy na tuloy and Pasko, a light, delightful APO Christmas hit which emphasizes why Christmas will always go on despite hard times. The message of the song is, as long as Jesus is part of it, there will always be Christmas to look forward to.

Then I started singing APO’s classic song Ewan, and everyone including Leila sang joined in. It was a light, joyful moment. What a unique gig this is, I told myself smiling. Leah Navarro, the only other singer in the group sang her classic hit song, Kailangan Kita. I accompanied her on the guitar. We were all having a great time as we all broke into applause after her song. At that moment, we seemed to have been transported to a free, happy place far from the depressing detention center. We were happy to see that Leila was especially relishing the moment.

We continued conversing about this and that. We talked about the goings-on in our country hoping to update Leila on the latest happenings. To our surprise, she seemed updated on a lot of things. We also shared happy stories and speculated on how everything would turn out. Someone joked that Leila would not be too happy living outside her jail since traffic has become more severe and almost hopeless. And then, there are water shortages, flooding, pollution, crowded and expensive Christmas shopping, etc. She laughed. She shared a few very interesting stories about her court trials which one day soon she will hopefully be able to share publicly. We mentioned to her that she was always in our thoughts and prayers. She smiled. It clearly buoyed up her spirits.

We were only allowed to visit for two hours. Time was running out. After a few more stories, we stood up to say goodbye. I thanked her for the handwritten thank you letter she had sent me a few weeks ago for attending the rally and Mass on the occasion of her 1,000th day of detention. I hugged her and told her what an honor it was to have sung for someone like her who was in jail because of her principles. We all sang a reprise of Pasko na Naman Muli before we left the reception area.

I felt good I signed up for the visit. I admit I felt apprehensive about saying yes due to personal security concerns and being possibly included in some negative government list, but in the end, I was happy I overcame my fears.

I will be the first to admit that I am far from being a good Christian. I am remiss in many of my religious obligations. But something inside tells me that it is a good thing to ease the suffering of others when we can. One of the few Bible quotes I remember from Mathew is, “I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.” Often, I think perhaps these simple phrases sum up all the Christianity we need to know.

In times of trouble, I like to go back to another thing I read somewhere. It says we should not worry because everything will be all right in the end. If it is not all right, then it is not yet the end. I know and believe Leila will get her vindication. Truth and light will always triumph over falsehood and darkness.

CAMP CRAMEDETENTION ROOM

Boomers, millennials and the climate apocalypse 0

Posted on November 24, 2019 by jimparedes
HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – November 24, 2019 – 12:00am

I have been thinking and worrying about the environment for a long time now. Decades ago, I started educating myself about environmental issues that mankind and the earth would be facing. I joined a few groups that had environmental concerns as their advocacy. I have kept abreast of the latest news and I continue to update my knowledge about it. It hardly occurred to me then that everything we feared about global warming and climate change would be unraveling in my lifetime. Not only is it happening, but it is also occurring at a faster pace and at a scale we never imagined.

The scientists were right all along. We’ve pushed the limits without thinking of the repercussions. Something has to give. The proverbial feces have hit the fan big time.

Mother Nature has become Mama Bitch Goddess.  Don’t expect love and nurturing from hereon. Nature is way too angry and now seeks retribution.

I was having a conversation with my millennial nephews a few days ago. We were talking about random things. Soon enough, we started talking about the environment and how their generation felt about climate change.

I was not surprised that they had an attitude of hopelessness about a lot of things. They said that the past generations have messed up the world so much that their generation and those that will follow will no doubt be facing a bleaker future.

They mentioned the unprecedented floods, droughts, forests fires, typhoons, storms, earthquakes, etc., that have been happening more and more often. By all measurements, environmental degradation is becoming more intense and severe. What we are going through is probably the new normal now, they said. Because of this, they expressed the fear that life would be harder for their generation. As they get older, they would enjoy less and less the same quality of life that they’ve experienced so far. They do not expect mankind to thrive on a planet that is dying of carbon overload. What depresses them most is the indifference of those in power regarding the environment. Greed still rules over the need to act swiftly and decisively to change the trajectory and heal the earth.

I used to imagine the next 15 years of my life in somewhat idyllic terms. In that world, I would still be healthy enough to travel to any place, enjoy the outdoors, and probably live by the beach for a few months every year. But with the air pollution problem worsening worldwide, the rising of the sea levels, the disappearing islands, the comeback of old diseases and germs, etc., I know I will have to reimagine a less optimistic one.

During the conversation, I thought of how different my generation was. Boomers (as my generation is called) lived quite an amazing life. That’s because our parents sacrificed a lot. It is important to point out that our parents’ big defining moment was World War II. They experienced the ugliness of war, hardship, famine, violence, scarcity, and fear. They literally scrounged for food, fought the enemy, suffered greatly and survived through it all. And despite the untold hardships, they overcame, survived and even thrived after the war. They weren’t called “The Greatest Generation” for nothing.

We were born and grew up during the post-war era. There was relative peace. Times were definitely much better. There were many new opportunities for growth. In fact, we were raised during more prosperous times. College was more affordable. We had a higher standard of living that seemed to get better as the world modernized rapidly. We could be anything we wanted to be. And many of us went for our dreams and succeeded.

But even if our generation had it better than our parents, we were still raised to be tough. There were no excuses about not going to school. We had to finish our food. We were taught good manners and correct conduct. We could not argue with our parents. We were subjected to greater discipline than the generations that followed us. We did not harbor feelings of entitlement or privilege.

Most of the psychological conditions that kids suffer from today — like ADHD, ADD, bipolar syndrome, Asperger’s syndrome, depression, and the whole spectrum of autism — were probably already present among boomers then. But these conditions were not clinically identified yet. If we had any of those conditions, no one knew what to call it. Not the schools, our parents, not even us, had any idea it was unusual (except for clear-cut autism). Those who had these conditions were dismissed as weird. They just suffered and toughed it out.

To the millennials, and Gen Z, the imagined future is not comforting. Many millennials are resigned to the fact that not all of them will be able to earn enough to buy their own homes as their parents did. The home will have to be a tiny condo (if they can afford it), or maybe their parents’ house. They will not earn enough to afford new cars, travel and enjoy the finer things in life that their boomer parents were able to enjoy and share with them. They won’t be able to afford that on their own.

I asked my nephews to give their take on why so many kids were undergoing depression and why suicide has become the secondary cause of death among many of the young. I ventured my opinion that we boomers were probably too soft on our kids. We wanted the best for them and gave them everything, so much so that they became used to an easy life. In short, we softened them up too much and spoiled them. We did not make them tough enough the way our own parents made us tough.

My nephews pointed out that the times and conditions now are so different from that of the boomers. There are more social pressures now because of social media. Having access to so many things all at once has caused many of them to have much lower attention spans, less discipline, and patience. And they spend way more time in the virtual than in the real world. Addiction is also more common because of feelings of alienation. I would add a lack of parental care and adult supervision among the reasons why kids today are more screwed up. I also notice that they have serious commitment issues. Too many choices, some studies say, is not always a good thing.

We boomers are at that stage in our lives when we are beginning to plan and prepare for our grand exit.  Many of us are in retirement. Millennials are just beginning to inherit this messy world and shape it into their own image.

What are we to do in response to the environmental tragedy that the earth is progressively hurtling towards? While everything is rapidly descending into an apocalypse, is there time to respond and save the earth? Scientists say we barely have time. But yes, we must do something.

Sometimes, I wonder why I am still adding more causes to fight for than I already have time for. My plate is too full. I am getting too old for this. At my age, I need new ways to cope with the staggering problems we face now. Perhaps having the wisdom to live and accept how things are is what I need at this point. I remember a quote from Joseph Campbell, and while it goes against the grain of the activist life I often live, its truth speaks to me.

“We’re in a freefall into future. We don’t know where we’re going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you’re going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It’s a very interesting shift of perspective and that’s all it is… joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.”

Maybe we will win and save the earth. Maybe we won’t. But wherever and however everything turns out, we don’t have to lose our spirit and die in hopelessness. May we all live the rest of our lives with joyful engagement to the end.

CLIMATE APOCALYPSE MILLENNIALS

If we live up to 150 years, when do we become senior citizens? 0

Posted on November 10, 2019 by jimparedes
HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – November 10, 2019 – 12:00am

During most of the past 5,000 years, the greatest threats to humanity have been sickness, famine, and wars. We have had plagues that decimated millions of people. The Bubonic plague, the Black Death, the Antonine plague in 165 AD, cholera, malaria, etc. reduced entire populations to as much as 1/10 of their former size in a matter of months.

Mass starvation has been the cause of millions of deaths throughout human history. The Great Irish Potato Famine, the droughts in Russia, as well as many other parts of the world, are all recorded in history. And yes, millions starved to death.

And wars, with all their pillaging, have caused the demise of whole communities, countries, and peoples since the beginning of time.

But something has happened in the past 100 years. Mankind has had great success in eradicating sickness, wars, and famine in truly impressive ways. The acceleration of evolutionary progress is such that we are solving these problems faster (although, admittedly, also creating new ones).

During the last century, there have not been epidemics that have caused deaths by the tens of thousands. The few epidemics and viruses — like SARS, Ebola, HIV — were quashed relatively quickly preventing more widespread deaths. While we cannot say that deadly plagues killing thousands will not happen again, in all probability, it won’t, thanks to advances in medicines, vaccines, and sciences for saving many lives all over the world.

Food supply in practically all corners of the world has greatly increased in abundance thanks to scientific agriculture and modern food production. We are winning the war against hunger. While there are still many starving people in fourth world or war-torn parts of the world, it is a fact that more people suffer more from obesity now than hunger.

The last major war was 80 years ago when millions died during World War II. We still have conflicts happening in some parts of the world. But the whole idea of settling disputes by ravaging and conquering a whole country or continent and its people by military force is largely becoming an obsolete idea. People are actually solving more conflicts today through diplomacy and negotiations.

I have been reading all this in a book entitled Homo Deus: The Future of Mankind by Yurval Noah Harari, and I am finding his examination of history very fascinating.

According to the author, the future of mankind, with sickness, mass starvation and the tendency to wars now under control, is his inevitable movement towards his own immortality. Harari says we already have the science to allow humans to live up to 150 years. It is still a bit costly now, but eventually, it will be affordable. This will happen with genetics and changing replaceable parts every few decades. He predicts that by the last quarter of this century, living 150 to 300 years will be probable and widespread. And if a man can live 300 years, why can’t he live 500 years or more?

I am completely absorbed and fascinated by this book. A bunch of questions keeps flashing through my mind. What would living that long feel like? How old would one have to be before he/she becomes a senior citizen? What would the age of consent be? At what age will one go through certain “rites of passage”? What new rites of passages will there be for people who live that long? What is the future of marriage? Does this mean people will still stay married for, say, 200 years to the same partner? Will people stay married “till death do us part,” or will marriage have an expiry date? Will it be renewable? How often will you be renewing such things as passports and drivers’ licenses? How many years will schooling and education be? Surely, an educational degree a century ago would be obsolete today. How many times will you need to get educated or formally update your education? What about prison sentences? How will they determine how long one must be detained for crimes no that longevity has greatly expanded? How many residences will you live in throughout your life? How many citizenships will one go through in this much longer lifetime? And ultimately: Would you really want to live that long?

Author Harari claims the science of “immortality” is already here. Theoretically, science today can create a generation of babies with designer genes that will give them every advantage to live even longer with the help of gadgets, machines, replaceable body parts and new discoveries.

Many people are upset at the idea that we seem to be going against the laws of nature. They claim man is playing God. It is notable to point out that at every juncture of a scientific breakthrough, issues like these always pop up.

Humans today are not the same types of humans that roamed the earth just 50 years ago. Humans today are, by definition, cyborgs (a combination of humans and machines). We are now routinely equipped with hearing aids, eyeglasses, dentures, knee and hip replacements, pacemakers, manufactured eye lenses, titanium for our bones, and implants of all sorts for a few decades now. This has made our lives easier — and longer.

Can liver, kidney, heart, lungs, bones, brains, tissue and muscle replacements be far behind? More amazing breakthroughs will happen to enhance the human body and prolong life.

Many people today have been granted a reprieve from an earlier death through the intercession of science. And death’s so-called inevitability continues to be pushed further back. You can trust science to solve many illnesses and diseases or immunize humans against them. As an example, one important game-changer is the new class of antibiotics that can fight new evolving forms of resistant diseases.

Even so, the future will certainly create new causes of death. Many of them will be due to the dire environmental crises mankind is facing now. And it will only get worse. Not all will be given the chance at immortality.

Harari also asks questions about what religion would be like in this brave new future. Will religion as we know it today still be around? Or will a new scientific or “techno” religion exist? (Sorry, I have not finished reading the book yet to supply you with his answer.)

Perhaps along with longevity, there will likely evolve a new consciousness and a modern spirituality. It will still grapple with the immortal questions that will probably remain unanswered  forever such as, “Why are we here?” Or “What is the purpose or meaning of life?” Will we ever find the answers?

The fulfillment of man’s immortal yearning for Oneness, transcendence, his longing to meet God (however they conceive God to be) will be a whole new experience. No one, as of now, is ready to speculate on what that will be like.

What it’s like to be working with the best 0

Posted on October 27, 2019 by jimparedes
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Group 1 members are Ebe Dancel, author Jim Paredes, Herbert Hernandez, Yumi Lacsamana, and arranger Marlon Barnuevo

HUMMING IN MY UNIVERSE – Jim Paredes (The Philippine Star) – October 20, 2019 – 12:00am

MANILA,Philippines — I was intimidated at first, I must admit.

I was invited to attend a songwriting workshop by the Filipino Society of Composers and Songwriters (FILSCAP) two weekends ago in Subic.

I’ve attended many songwriting workshops as a teacher/mentor. Just three weeks ago, I was in Lingayen doing one for PhilPop were 30 kids attended.

But this invitation from FILSCAP was different. I was not going to be a mentor. I was going to be with some of the top songwriters in the Philippines and would collaborate with some of them during the workshops. Weeks before when I got my invitation, I already had my apprehensions and had voiced them out.

How would seasoned and successful artists sit down and collaborate when all of us already have our own tried-and-tested styles and ways of doing what we do? Most songwriters can be very protective o their secrets in writing good songs. Would people be able to set aside their pride and egos and work together and come up with something decent? I was not sure. Besides, some of us were meeting for the first time ever. Would we be able to establish rapport immediately to have enough time to do the work required?

It was called the FILSCAP Master Camp. Sixteen songwriters, plus staff, media to document the event, and officers of FILSCAP all met at Kamana Sanctuary and Spa in Subic. It was a great location to relax and be inspired. We would spend four days writing there. The first morning we all got together, Trina Belamide, a fellow composer and one of the proponents of the project, announced there would be four groups of four songwriters each and one arranger (tracker). For the next two days, each group was required to write and submit at least one song. If we were on a roll, we could write more.

The first group I was in had Yumi Lacsamana, Ebe Dancel, Herbert Hernandez and myself. Our arranger (tracker) was Marlon Barnuevo. We met at Marlon’s Casita by the sea after breakfast where he had his laptop and gadgets that could make any song sound decent enough for a good presentation.

I entered the casita with an open mind. I swore that I would be active but would listen to everyone. I was also a bit scared that these young people I was working with would find my ideas trite or passé. We started by focusing on what we wanted to write about. I suggested we write a love song but with an angle not yet too exploited. I suggested that particular, though random, experience where you have a five-second interaction with a stranger, that it can feel like an eternity has happened between the two of you. We talked about a setting like the Shibuya crossing where hundreds of thousands of people pass daily. Or a huge shopping mall filled with people on a weekend.

Immediately, someone suggested the phrase “Walang hanggang sandali” to describe that moment. We also adopted it as the title. Before we knew it we were throwing melodies and lyrics around, editing and changing words and phrases for better effect. It was an exciting process. We all felt open, and gave way to each other while, at the same time, we were all actively contributing to the creation of the song. Our tracker was playing chords as we were creating the musical phrases. It was like building something brick by brick. After about four or five hours, we knew we had a song.

Marlon played it on the piano while Yumi sang it. It was beautiful. We were all ecstatic. It was a good song. While Yumi was recording her tracks, we were continuing to edit the lyrics. The final outcome was more than wonderful. It felt and sounded like a great song with a powerful recall. We felt so proud and happy. We were even jumping with joy. We were thankful that we bonded well. We formed a group hug and our spirits did the same. Our hearts were full.

We had fulfilled the requirement. We decided to end the day and leave Marlon to arrange the song. There was enough time to make another song the next day.

The next morning, we followed the same process and wrote a fast pop song. It started with Herbert playing a few chords on the guitar and Ebe singing the first line. It was about a couple that can’t seem to get along even when they actually love each other. This one was written in less time. The title was Sige na, Oo na! Very catchy!

On the third day, we were reshuffled again and I ended up with Yeng Constantino, Edwin Marollano and Titus John Monterde. Our tracker was Paulo Zarate.

Again, we asked ourselves what topic should we write about. I told the story of a guy who had an affair that ran for 30 years while he was married. We decided to explore the point of view of the husband. The song would be about him talking to his wife and explaining himself. The title of the song would be Mali. We immediately came up with a melody and a few lyrics. Edwin and Yeng were concentrating on the lyrical phrasing. Titus was taking notes and running all the suggestions by the group. Everyone was excitedly pitching in.

After about an hour, Yeng had this idea and suggested that we change and turn the narrative around. We would take the wife’s position and she would be explaining to her husband why she had an affair. That was an inspired “a-ha” moment. We were getting away from stereotypes. We immediately changed course and came out with a poignantly beautiful song.

On the last day of the workshop, the 16 songwriters, staff and FILSCAP officials listened to all the songs every group made. There were 11 of them written in different genres, styles, and approaches. They were all good and quite outstanding. Everyone was so high after the listening session. There were hugs, tears, and affirmations going around and being passed on.

I was amazed that, in the end, all my apprehensions were for naught. Everything worked like a charm. Everyone just sort of slipped into the right vibe to make everything work well. We were open to each other. We left our egos behind. We were focused on writing great songs without having an attitude of personal ownership. We relinquished control to the collective. It was a group effort through and through. And we built new friendships and cemented old ones.

Between sessions, we would get into discussions about life, death, creativity, etc. It was fascinating to listen to fellow artists. We learned a lot from each other. Personally, I am thankful that opportunities like these are beginning to happen in the music world here. Rico Blanco, FILSCAP president, has pioneered a lot of projects that have given songwriters venues for self-expression. But this was his boldest, most successful endeavor yet. Congrats to the songwriters, FILSCAP, and everyone who was part of Master Camp.

Expect all of this to translate into great songs and music you will hopefully hear soon.

FILIPINO SOCIETY OF COMPOSERS AND SONGWRITERS

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