till dusk


My favourite time of the day is dusk. It belongs entirely to me. It speaks of endings and new beginnings. It’s grey. It’s perfect. Here are a few songs compiled again by The Husband and I play this often on loop while I write. It’s the soundtrack to my thoughts on many occasions and I hope you’ll find it great for you too. A fellow writer actually played this on his road trip across the States and found it a great counterpoint to the monotonous drone of the engine.

Till Dusk

01. M83 – You, Appearing / Kim & Jessie
02. Primal Scream – Autobahn 66
03. Mute Math – Peculiar People
04. Caspian – Loft
05. Helios – Sons Of Light & Darkness

Individually, these bands are worth taking a listen to if you like music that works as a soundtrack to quiet thoughtful moments. The use of intruments are akin to voices, painting colours across your canvas of thoughts. M83 has already had some success with Saturdays = Youth while Primal Scream is just a classic in my growing up years. I cannot gush more about MuteMath and while some get distracted by the fact that these guys are Christian, give them a break, they are awesomely mathematical in measuring space, vocals and tight instrumentation. What is amazing is that they can perform the same tracks live with no discount. If in doubt, try to lay your hands on their live performance of Stall Out. It’s heartrending.

Those who love post-rock but want something quieter really need to explore Caspian and Helios. They employ more digital sounds and effects, not losing the organic touch with piano moments.

I suck at giving album reviews so to avoid giving more inane comments, I’ll stop here.

These are just some of my favourite bands. They stuck with me through a tumultous 2008 and hopefully, will soundtrack your 2009.

the winter’s tale – a review

O call back yesterday, bid time return

Sitting in the darkness lit by candles, I was immediately awed by the atmosphere The Bridge Project managed to create in that little concert hall. Performing unamplified, there were moments the words spoken were lost on me (even though I was sittingĀ  a mere few rows from the stage) but it didn’t lessen the impact the actors had on my tender little heart. Yes, I teared twice during the play. I tried my best to hide it though seeing that no one else around me was weeping. And why should I weep? Granted, I can cry while watching National Geographic documentaries but there was something in Simon Russel Beale’s tragically jealous character who seeks repentance that touched me.

Honestly, I never did enjoy nor understand Shakespeare’s comedies and am more entertained by his tragic, wretched plays. This could be the reason why I was mildly distracted during the second half (which takes place in Bohemia) and instead, was entertained by Crazy Chick, who was busy trying to snap pictures of Ethan Hawke. ‘I wonder how long it’ll be before someone stops her?’ I mused in the darkness.

It took approximately half an hour before my neighbour leaned over me and whispered to her, ‘Excuse me, could you please stop doing that?’

I squirmed lower in my seat than I thought possible but once Crazy Chick apologized and peace returned, it was just in time for me to catch the final quiet act where Hermione (the statue) magically comes alive to speak with her family. And that’s when I teared the final time.

The backdrop was amazing. Simplistic, effective and surprisingly modern, I wanted to take them home with me to decorate my future house. I appreciated the way the changing of scenes on stage was worked into the play itself and the use of lights on the whole production. Blurring the lines of the stage and audience was also appropriately effective and a nice enough surprise throughout the play.

‘Which was your favourite part?’ Spike asked me.

I have to say it was that singular moment of intimate friendship (which was misconstrued as adultery) between Hermione and Polixenes. They lay on the pillows and their hands were intertwined, fingertips dancing to their own tune… there was just real chemistry between the characters then. It was almost voyeuristic, watching them share those few minutes as Leontes hovered in jealousy. Juxtaposed against the obvious kissing and necking between Perdita and Florizel, the latter just didn’t have the same connection.

So I walked away tonight feeling satisfied. No, I didn’t get a chance to read the play like I wanted to but darn it, they actors did a fine job bringing to life words that somehow, rang true with what I felt inside me.

Thank you guys for transporting me away from a busy life for three hours. I loved dwelling in the fantasy that you created.