catching hold of the light

cast away : the one am radio
our fall apart : the one am radio
click on the song titles to listen

The first thing you will notice when you listen to This Too Will Pass, an album by Hrishikesh Hirway or The One AM Radio, is the melancholy of his sound. These are midnight songs, best heard in bed in the company of empty space, eyes open staring in comfort into darkness. The second thing you will notice is the serenity of his voice. Hirway does not sing as much as softly breathes, but his is the monotony of quietude. If he is perturbed, he has found peace with it. And if neither has yet grabbed your attention, the third thing you will notice is his visual lyricism. Hirway's songs are beautiful pieces of haiku stretched into prose, creating imagery with its own attendant mood: calm but intense, unadorned but symbolic, concise but redolent of a rich narrative. Consider this, the whole lyrics to Our Fall Apart, about a couple on the brink of a perhaps decisive separation:

We stood within the dappled shade of the small backyard where we had our start. You kept your eyes on your cupped hands, held as though you might catch hold of the light. Behind the curtain of your hair, you began to say, half-turned away, "How strange to find this place unchanged to our hardened hearts, and our fall apart."

And then there's Cast Away, which is a haunting song about a man struggling to accept the prosaic reality of normal life after a long surrender to depression.

The first thing you saw when you washed up onto the shore were the words "I don't love you anymore" scrawled into the sand. And as the sun and the din from the street beat you sore, you had a sudden ache for the ocean floor. Every night you dream of the same underwater scene, where you nearly made your peace, but then the silence suddenly ceased. And placed by an unseen hand, you were brought back to the tumult of land. The sound of the hull against the waves is not around to lull you to sleep nowadays. You just lie awake, listening to the gulls in the bay. Breathe in salt air as you stare at the ceiling, trying to recapture the feeling of being married to the sea, but your vision gets so watery. Every night you dream of the same underwater scene, but safe beneath your sheets, you'll never find your way back to that peace.

It makes you think: Is it possible for someone to be so depressed he'd want to stay depressed?

three portrayals of almost love

Here's a better-late-than-never post: films with characters that sing.

gold : interference
when your mind's made up : glen hansard & marketa irglova
click on the song titles to listen

An Irish indie hit from last year, Once tells the story of a relationship that develops between a Dublin street musician and an immigrant flower vendor who inspires him to pursue his recording ambitions. I first saw it on a plane and slept halfway through. I thought the story was more interesting than the music, but felt it was too slow to keep my attention. I gave it another chance on DVD, and loved it. It's intimate storytelling; we don't even get to know their names. Theirs is a relationship of mutual respect, admiration and love of music, with the element of physical and emotional attraction an undeniable presence, a looming uncertainty over how it might change the course of the lives they're trying to carve for themselves.

One of the film's many charms is the simplicity of its story, and watching it unfold raises only two questions: Will he make it, and will they end up together? Spoiler. We only learn about the latter, and I couldn't have thought of a better ending: They record together, he decides to go to London, they have a day to spare before he leaves, and they confess to mutual attraction in a sweet, awkward goodbye, where she declines his request to spend the day together, afraid it would only lead to pointless "hanky panky". What a girl.

So here are my two favorite songs from the film. Frankly, we've heard Hansard's style before, which many people say reminds them of Damien Rice, but to me sounds more like a stripped down, pre-White Ladder David Gray. I like the way When Your Mind's Made Up develops by gradually adding and removing its various elements – guitar, piano, voice, drums, backing vocals – to complement the mood of specific parts of the song. Gold, on the other hand, is a duality, alternating string virtuosity with vocal and lyrical purity. The latter, however, stands out in its earnestness. Vocalist Fergus O'Farrell sings with the withered voice of a medieval troubadour, delivering a song that is not only traditional in sound, but also in its use of metaphor. It's amazing that a song like this can still come from this century.

one day the dam will break : jesse harris
never see you : rocha
click on the song titles to listen

The Hottest State had its moments, but in the end I decided that it was an overdramatized piece of work that lasted far longer than its statement was worth. Written and directed by Ethan Hawke based on his own debut novel of the same title – in other words, it's a wank job – The Hottest State tells the story of how a young struggling actor, William, falls in self-destructive fashion for a young struggling musician, Sarah. Their mutual attraction is obvious from the moment they meet – he is beguiled by her air of mystery, she by his mawkish verbosity – but the relationship they eventually establish remains platonic, until Sarah declares herself ready to get over a prior rejection, and by extension, to let herself fall in love again. Not long after the act, she begins to distance herself and decides that she doesn't want a relationship after all.

Unable to understand why, William tries to win her back, progressively becoming more obsessive, through midnight phone calls and recitations of Shakespeare in front of her apartment. You begin to get the idea – which, I guess, is that love can be real and passionate even at an early age – but Hawke rubs it in repeatedly by sending William to a downward spiral that becomes too exasperating to watch. Perhaps it's due to a weakness in direction. Unlike other talky films that Hawke is very well familiar with – like Before Sunrise, where the conversations cleverly explore each character's lives – The Hottest State uses uncreative dialog and narration to explain. The flashbacks of William's early separation from his father were a disjointed explanation of how he developed the need for a relationship he could hold on to, and everything we get to know about Sarah's past is crammed in a dinner scene almost as an afterthought. This is, of course, a film about William and Ethan Hawke, who has called the novel a work of autobiographical fiction. But the film takes itself too seriously that it becomes pretentious – words that have been used to describe Hawke himself.

Thankfully, the soundtrack is enjoyable, made mostly of songs written for the film by the unheralded Jesse Harris, rendered by some good artists and himself. One Day The Dam Will Break is an uplifting self-medication against an inevitable fall, and Never See You is a wistful wish for a second chance.

anyone else but you : the moldy peaches
tire swing : kimya dawson
click on the song titles to listen

I don't really have much to say about this film, which the world and half of Mars have probably seen, other than that it's worthy of its acclaim. The soundtrack is an excellent alternation of mostly established folk/rock and Kimya Dawson's jocular songwriting talent and tongue-in-cheek folk sensibility. Director Jason Reitman's choice of songs gives the soundtrack a character as quirky as the film itself, and it's impossible to listen to it without thinking of the film's story and its starkly different characters. I predict Juno will be up there in the company of Singles, Garden State, and Pulp Fiction in any all-time list of Hollywood's most memorable soundtracks.

do you hear that, mr. anderson?

"That is the sound of incontinent retards."
- Agent Smith, pre-Matrix.

a playlist : ringtones for people who hate ringtones
click here or on the image below to listen

Bear with me for a bit and let's talk about numbers. I was happily ambling about the internet the other day when I came upon this highly disturbing bit of news: According to soothsayers, mobile phone users will spend about $6.65 billion in ringtone downloads by the year 2012. Assuming that by then there will have been at least 3.3 billion people with cellphones, and that the price of ringtones remains at about a dollar each, then that amounts to at least two ringtones for every mobile phone in existence. That means there's going to be an awfully good chance that every phone that rings in the future will do so to the sound of music. But that's just the half of it. According to misfortune tellers, ringback tones will be more popular than ringtones within just a couple of years. That means instead of hearing the familiar ring when you're calling someone else's phone, you will instead be hearing a song that that person has chosen. So what kind of music will we be hearing more of – against our will – on the streets, in restaurants, in public transport, and even on our own phones in the near future? Check Billboard's Hot Ringtones chart for a hint.

Now I don't really care what songs they are. Putting it mildly, I'm not very fond of ringtones. All of them. I think ringtones are one of the most stupid, useless inventions ever, way up there in the ignominious company of electric candles, umbrella hats and superhero capes (except Batman, who isn't superhuman, so he needs it). People have taken to ringtones to publicly announce what cool individuals they are or how much sense of humor they have. Well let me tell you something, Mr. Bleeding Love, your ringtone sucks, and when you pretend to be embarrassed when your phone rings and you fumble as if you can't find it just so the song plays a bit longer, what you're actually saying is, "Ooh, look at me, I'm an attention whore!" Fucking twat. "Apologize" is for pole dancing, not for moviehouses. "Shake It" and "Pork and Beans" are for frathouse pukefests, not for supermarket aisles. "Viva la Vida" is for driving yourself into a cliff, not for hospital waiting areas. And you should all be reminded that a blaring rendition of "Beautiful Girls" in an ATM line is an abuse of airspace rights, tantamount to assault. One day, someone will Taser your ass in revenge and I'll be cheering them, bro.

Of course, I and the rest of us ringtone non-fans know that this rant is a futile exercise in rational bitchin', as there apparently is no shortage of retards who will fork 99 cents for the cheapest badge of individuality they can buy. But if there's one lesson we the people should all have learned from Hillary!, it is to never give up and to keep rolling on. We have within our means a number of ways to keep the fight for a sane, noise-free environment, and as responsible urban citizens, we must assert our rights and do any of the following:

1. Write for your congressman to legislate a total ban on ringtones. That way, we can litigate ringtone users to death and make their lives as miserable as they've made ours. Punishment for the guilty will vary. End-users will be isolated in a jail facility with a sound system playing "Buy U a Drank" on repeat 24/7, while ringtone manufacturers (including iTunes – I worship you, Steve, but please take them off the store and sack your adviser who told you that selling them was a good idea) will be hung, drawn and quartered twice over.
2. Ask Dean Kamen, the inventor of Segway, to invent a ringtone-blocking device that city planners can install in public areas, defined as any amount of space with a population density of more than one person per square meter mile. We don't really want to be thought of as being overly selfish, so this seems like a reasonable compromise to me.
3. With the economy in a rut, the government could surely use some money. In these trying times, imposing a 1,000,000% tax on ringtone purchases is truly a win-win situation and a genius idea whose time has come. Lobby it.
4. Start a grassroots organization and initiate a "World No Ringtone Day". Spread the word through text messages simply saying, "Today is a good day to respect the right of others to not be violated by your insensitive ringtone. Please set your mobile phone on vibrate and shove it up a nice, warm place within your reach, if you know what I mean."
5. And now for the fun part – beat ringtone users at their own game. Tell them how much their ringtones are the pig's ass by using one that will call their attention and slap their faces silly. Make it hard, make it punchy, make it as in-your-face as possible – anything with an angry riff, a cascade of drumming, or lyrics that will feed on their paranoia, because more often that not, these ringtone retards are right-wing Snapple drinkers who believe that terrorists are contaminating their bottled-water sources and so they try to seek comfort wherever they can, including their cell phones. Therefore, I humbly propose the following songs:

• Human Fly : The Cramps
• Black Betty : Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
• Heartbreak Hotel : John Cale
• Shake Your Rump : Beastie Boys
• Pay to Play : Nirvana
• Suicide Blonde : INXS
• It's the End of the World as We Know It (and I Feel Fine) : R.E.M.
• Psycho Man : Black Sabbath
• Man in the Box : Alice in Chains
• Rebel Yell : Billy Idol
• Space Oddity : David Bowie
• Kashmir : Led Zeppelin

Got better ideas in mind?