Whatever I’m doing to keep me going today, it is working and I hope it will continue until I get a long break. My leave is not yet scheduled until October. Sigh.
So I was able to write a difficult story today—difficult because it was very nose-bleed kind of technical topic and it doesn’t help that the CEO is a computer nerd who couldn’t bring it down to layman level. At least I’m done with it and all I need is my trainee to agree to a schedule so I can train him how to upload the two stories on our CMS.
I have three more stories to write and publish and I think I can be done for the month. I need to plow through the long-form pieces–about three of them.
Because I had submitted the story quite late, I missed the opportunity to walk the cat. Well, she didn’t want to walk anyway.
So what to do? Allow them to roam around the yard unsupervised? I need to buy a GPS tracker if that’s the case.
Until I can force them to wear this collar with tracker, they would always have to be watched over when they want to go outside of the house.
I love Imogen Heap.
I have a long list of her songs on my Sony Walkman mp3 and they had saved me during different seasons of my life. I discovered her through this song Missing about 20 years ago. This song has also accompanied me through the depths of my grief, during my depressive episodes two years ago. I still couldn’t play it on the piano. It’s too raw.
Oh, Ive been longing for this as long as I can remember
For something like this to go my way
And it always felt so right
And then you take it all away
(Missing you) Tell me how will I fall in love like that again
When I’m still singing (missing you) through tears in the pouring rain
I’m still dreaming (missing you) about those nights of ours together
See I thought I’d found a love I’d have forever
Now I’m hiding myself behind this shattered veil
And I know it’s only me to blame
And I’m swimming through this ocean of grief
And I’m sailing up your way
(Missing you) Tell me how will I fall in love like that again
When I’m still singing (missing you) through tears in the pouring rain
I’m still dreaming (missing you) about those nights of ours together
See I thought I’d found a love I’d have forever
(Missing you, missing you, missing you) x3
And everything in this house is something of you
I can’t escape even though I try
Photographs of memories
I never knew I had so many tears to cry
And I…yeah, die (die, die, die)
I never knew I had so many tears to cry
(Missing you) Tell me how will I fall in love like that again
When I’m still singing (missing you) through tears in the pouring rain
I’m still dreaming (missing you) about those nights of ours together
You see I thought I’d found a love I’d have forever
She may not be that mainstream but other artists have covered her, like Boys Like Girls. This song, Let Go, has taught me that “there’s a beauty in a breakdown…” It totally captured the last moments of a person trying to keep it together before letting go.
Then there’s collaboration with other artists like Blue October. This is one damn emotional song. In this concert, of course, Imogen Heap wasn’t here but I think her pre-recorded voice has been used for this one.
It was Imogen Heap who introduced me to the Vocoder and harmonizer, to make voice loops, which she used to record and perform Hide and Seek, a song she was known for. This song has been covered and sampled by many artists. And this performance of Hide and Seek on NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert is out of this world and she upped the ante by using Mi.Mu Gloves to mix and loop her voice. What she did here is something like you would hear on Lothlorien with Galadriel walking among the enchanted trees.
She is her own sound engineer! She made these gloves. Programmed it down to the most minute movement.
The problem is her musical genius is not recognized enough. People only get to know her when other artists cover her like Ariana Grande (Goodnight and Go; Hide and Seek), who happens to be a fan as well.
Her First Train Home is epic, it did sound like a locomotive singing, it’s like being on a train ride.
She needs to be known for her own musicality, her artistry.