random thoughts on Don McLean

yesterday we discussed in great detail the song American Pie, which got me thinking that Don McLean was dead, because this video on Youtube began associating him with Buddy Holly and Richie Sambora, both of whom died in a plane crash. i began believing that Don McLean was on that plane with them too.

then i started to believe that it couldnt have been Don McLean, solely based on the fact that perhaps the time frame doesnt really make alot of sense.

but then again, why the hell would there be such an association, if not for the fact they MIGHT have died together on that plane?!

but the nagging feeling that is wasn't right just kept coming back; Don McLean's too young compared to buddy holly.

finally. i couldnt take it anymore. i wiki-ed it.

Holly began a solo tour with other notable performers, including Ritchie Valens and J.P. Richardson, "The Big Bopper". Two nights after a performance in Duluth, Minnesota, the three headliners gave their final show, at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa on February 2, 1959. Afterwards, Buddy Holly chartered a Beechcraft Bonanza to take him and his new back-up band (Tommy Allsup, Carl Bunch, and Waylon Jennings) to Fargo, North Dakota. Carl Bunch missed the flight as he had been hospitalized for frostbite three days earlier. The Big Bopper asked Jennings for his spot on the four-seat plane, as he was recovering from the flu. Ritchie Valens was still signing autographs at the concert site when Allsup walked in and told him it was time to go. Allsup pulled a 50 cent coin out of his pocket and the two men flipped for the seat. Allsup lost.

The plane took off in light snow and gusty winds at around 12:55 A.M., but crashed after only a few minutes. The wreckage was discovered several hours later by the plane's owner, Jerry Dwyer, some 8 miles from the airport on the property of Albert Juhl. The crash killed Holly, Valens, Richardson, and the 21-year-old pilot, Roger Peterson. Holly's body had been thrown from the wreckage and hit a tree, nearly decapitating him. While theories abound as to the exact cause of the crash, an official determination of pilot error was rendered by the Civil Aeronautics Board (one of the predecessors of the Federal Aviation Administration). Although the crash received a good deal of local coverage, it was displaced in the national news by an accident that occurred the same day in New York City, when American Airlines Flight 320 crashed during an instrument landing approach at LaGuardia Airport, killing 65. Don McLean referred to it as "the Day the Music Died".

the link, finally. :)

happy new year eveyone.

the day the music died.

an insignificant star

for a moment today:

1. i was really pissed with my ministry head earl for telling me to make sure i come on time, and telling me it was the second time i was late: sorry dude, but honestly, i was scheduled twice in a row and no one rectified that; furthermore, the person who asked me for a swap showed up, so i came early (15mins) for nothing.

2. i thought to myself how strange the christmas decorations in my church were, and how the fake plastic doves with red eyes looked like they might light up, lock on a target and attack something.

3. i didnt want to go and wish other people merry christmas, and considered waiting for people to come wish me.

4. i wondered to myself why i was where i was, under all the given circumstances. that led nowhere and so i am here, now.

5. i thought that maybe i missed the whole point about christmas, and i actually think i did.

6. i thought that perhaps i do want gifts, and tell myself i dont want them because i'm too lazy to go and get for other people.

7. i listened, intently, to the sermon, because i was seated right upfront.

8. i decided i didnt want to be an emo kid sitting at the back by myself.

9. i didnt regret sitting in front.

10. i wanted to be a star that pointed to the real star: the one whom christmas is all about.

for a moment today.

p.s: i pondered upon this possibility: that when you died i wont grieve; not because i dont want to, but because i cannot. and its not even because i know you're going to heaven: i just dont think i'm capable to grief.

a moment like this

tis the season to be jolly

read nat's blog and his words actually jumped out at me and caught me by surprise: christmas is a time of love. i don't doubt that i think. it's just that this year's Christmas might be rougher than it should be. it ought to be spent with people you love, cherish and want to hold, but i cannot expect that, because that just doesnt happen with me and my friends. makes me feel hapless and like a loser, but who bloody cares, right?

i dont want to be bitter and angry about christmas, i just wished you loved me enough to see past the drinking and clubbing (smoking's not even in this list, it's a non-issue because smoking's not my thing), and try to accept it as a part of me. a part i would love to share with you, but you refuse (and i respect that). i am not an alcoholic, and clubbing is a choice i make to go and let my hair down and move my body. i like dancing and moving my body around, which i only do in these 2 occasions where i feel relatively not self-conscious: in a theatre studio and in the club. and since there's no longer much of an opportunity to find myself doing nonsense in a theatre studio, i dont have much of a choice.

i only wished you'd see i dont go to indulge in alcohol and smoke my lungs til they look like tar. i club because i love music and i like to dance, and there's something about enjoying it with a bunch of people that makes clubbing appealing to me.

i'm sorry if that makes you uneasy and uncomfortable. (i'm not being sarcastic.)

and my heart can't get enough.

i love you, no matter what.

i am not smart


am loving this website: www.postsecret.com which is where this is from.

anyway. boring day it has been, but i have made some progress on my perfect love song thing :) which is making me very happy and glad.

oh. and today i felt a little bit sad because i felt like i would one day run out of things to say to you and telling myself that silence can be comfortable was only to comfort myself. but it is ok. i hold you in my arms and feel you breathing with me and i know i'm not just comforting myself. the silence is real, poignant, and i like it because it is filled. :)

i guess that's how i live, noise everywhere so i dont have to hear my own thoughts.

finished chekhov's The Cherry Orchard today and couldn't help but feel proud of myself for having finished it, and couldn't help but feel sad at it's message of obsolencence and being removed because it is old and of no use anymore. i fear such a message, because even though i am young one day i will be old, and then the question is what will happen to me then? will i become old, obsolete, and chopped down like the cherry trees in the orchard?

and when i become old and my brain slows down and i no longer give you useless bits of trivia, will you still love me?

i'm lost for words

geek in the pink

i just spent about an hour sitting on my bed doing nothing but working on a rubiks cube over and over and over and over and over again to work on my timing.

i'm at 1:05:01.

i feel slightly deranged.

it's hard to tell if i exist

i am music and i write the songs.

a realisation is beginning to dawn on me these past few days. some people are natural born writers, and they tend to talk less than other people do. me, on the other hand gravitates towards verbal diarrheoa and writing becomes generally more incoherent than it should. this worries me, because i dream sometimes of writing a play, and all i can think of is dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. song writing is a problem too. i want to write poetry that makes a perfect love song, but that is eluding me, and when i strike a pot of gold i can never carry it through out the whole song.

and i need the perfect song before christmas this year!!!!

i think i'm thinking too hard.

you're in my heart just like a tattoo

when nothing you can do can change my mind

i think its extremely interesting what people see in you that you dont see yourself. especially those that you find out and feel warm and fuzzy inside. and then you sit under covers and out of the rain that's pouring outside and think that life is worth living, even though you think it isn't.

i have suddenly decided that life is worth living again, because all i needed was a little boost, and i found it. :)

anyway. christmas is round the corner and other than the very obvious Jesus is born fact that would make me happy, i was wondering about the other things that make christmas special enough that people wait for months in anticipation for it. i guess i have some idea: in about a week everyone i love and care for will be back in Singapore, and there shall be wine, food and laughter everywhere. there will be the odd present or two (which reminds me. i need to go shopping.), the odd turkey or two, and the odd crazy hat or two. but you see, the important thing is that there will be more than 2 people to spend christmas with, and i'm really looking forward to being with people i love this year. :) time to break the cycle of spending christmas alone or with people i'm not familiar with.

(my writing's a little disjointed. i'm a little afraid that i've lost my voice.)

anyway, 2008 looks set to be an exciting blast and i'm waiting for it to come so i can enjoy it. i look back at all the work i've done and i realise that next year may be the best one yet, because i will really be doing what i want to do. i may not make any money, but the experiences and the whole idea of mounting this is making me feel all buzzed up and ready to go. :)

so here's to 2008, a few weeks too early. :P

that's when i love you

Aslyn - That's When I Love You

When you have to look away
When you don't have much to say
Thats when I love you
I love you, just that way

To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
Thats when I love you
I love you, endlessly

And when your mad cause you lost a game
Forget I'm waiting in the rain
Baby i love you,
I love you anyway

Heres my promise made tonight
You can count "on" me for life
Thats when i love you
When nothing you do can change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what

So when you turn to hide your eyes
Cause the movie it made you cry
Thats when I love you
I love you a little more each time

And when you cant quite match your clothes
Or when you laugh at your own jokes
Thats when I love you
I love you, more than youll know

And when you forget that we had a date
Or that look that you get when you show up late
Baby I love you, I love you anyway

Heres my promise made tonight
You can count "on" me for life
Thats when i love you
When nothing you do can change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what

Thats when I love you
When nothing baby
Nothing you do could change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what
No matter what