Friday, August 22, 2008

Anonymity and Its Benefits: A Quick Trip Into Banksy's Art


A Banksy

Image from: www.weburbanist.com

I have no interest in ever coming out. I’m just trying to make the pictures look good; I’m not into trying to make myself look good. And besides, it’s a pretty safe bet that the reality of me would be a crushing disappointment to a couple of 15-year-old kids out there.”
- Banksy -

To the informed, Banksy's name is synonymous to guerrilla art. To those who don't know jack at the moment – Banksy is a faceless, elusive and modern-day renaissance man. Revered and emulated in the sub-terran scene, scorned by some “critics” and imitated by corporate ad agencies.

I wouldn't consider my self a connoisseur of art, but I am a connoisseur life. So, Banksy is way up on the art category of my list. Beautiful Eyesore is a fitting description for his art. He is a nocturnal worker, quirky works just pop out of nowhere and on the most unlikely places; warehouses, junkyards, alleys and abandoned buildings. Come day time, he draws scratches from the heads of the citizens – then before you know it, his mystique just grows even more.

Banksy 1.0?

Image from: www.weburbanist.com

Obviously, a big factor is his anonymity. “Banksys” apparently have been interviewed a couple of times in the past. But without the assurance on whether they were dealing with the real deal. He is rumored to have a silver tooth, in his early thirties and some say, very average-looking. A chameleon perhaps.

Ah, the true evidence that Guerrilla-ism is a leveler of excess power and total control – in this case, in the art world. Everybody just dreams of doing that old cliche of “stickin' it up to the man”. Realistically and in my own opinion, this is not wholly possible if you are visible. A true Guerrilla has the advantage of just blending back into the “sea of society” and turn faceless, even among the very same people who are after him. I should be quoting someone for that line, that wasn't wholly mine, just the idea. Anyway, Banksy is the epitome of such. He is winning his war. On the other hand, he might just lose his greatest asset if he risks exposure. If I were him, I'd just keep it on the under.


-I.J.-

Beautiful Eyesore, Connoisseur of Life

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

In Response to Adam Smith's Blog Post "Why I chose to be a Conscientious Objector"


"Open To"- Sold
Acrylic on 14X18 hardboard, Adam Smith 2008
www.smithmada.com

Originally sent on July 16, 2008. To see the post responded to, please click this link.


Dear Adam,

I'm the one that sent you the letter via e-mail. I just read what you wrote on your MySpace page. I also read your Blog on why you chose to be a "Conscientious Objector". I just got some few insights from what you wrote. I got carried away and decided to write this.

Anyway, I find it very ironic and at the same time somewhat relevant that an artist would be involved with the army – be it by choice or otherwise. I also find it admirable that you filed that objection yet still remained to complete your contract.

I believe "Art" is subjective, an ancient Chinese general viewed war as so. If Sun Tzu found art in his strategies, execution and success – maybe he also found satisfaction in its creation. Very much similar to what we artists feel – that sweet-satisfaction we get in creating a piece of art, regardless of the scale. I personally have created small detailed works, as well as bigger ones. When done, I just feel complete and set for the day. Though this is a relatively "small" feat – it just feels so right. I have worked as a laborer during my travels, I practically lifted heavy stuff to feed myself. At the end of the day – that feeling of satisfaction would match that feeling I'd get in completing that small piece of art. 1 day hard labor = 1 small piece of Art.

I read somewhere that at one point in Japanese history, Samurai warriors were not just regarded for their skill in combat - but were regarded equally for their artistic abilities. Be it in calligraphy, art or poetry. I guess this is where the Taoist philosophy of the Yin and Yang actually comes in. The Samurai warrior having the ability to take and destroy, at the same time having the equal ability to give and create. This complex/harmonious balance makes them truly remarkable human beings. Maintaining this balance will keep them sane and complete.

Those 19th century philosophers you were referring to are all full of s**t! An artist should suffer in order to create? Personally, I have had a substantial degree of experience, because I am a seeker of LIFE. Judgmental people who would rather stereotype and brand me a bohemian for my seemingly "vicarious" lifestyle. Well, f**k them! they just fear what they do not understand and would rather label an individual to assure their own place in society. I am just a person that knows how to live. This I take pride in, should they label me, they should do so as a "connoisseur of life". These collective experiences, be it good or otherwise, makes me create. I feed myself visually, emotionally, mentally and even physically and allow these to naturally inspire me to create in any medium I choose. Prerequisite to being a great artist or musician? LIFE. If Picasso, Bob Marley and Jesus did not LIVE - they would have no story to tell. Plain and simple.

I have traveled moderately(At least in third-world standards, nothing compared to your travels and experiences that go with military service), as it is relatively difficult for Filipinos to travel(Mostly financial reasons), and to acquire VISAs(Credibility reasons, this is THE Philippines. I'm sure being in the US army you would know why. But I am sure as an open-minded person, you would know that the stigma is relative). I am fortunate to have traveled as a result of me being a part of the Philippine Dragon Boat Team. We won the GOLD in Hong Kong, competed in Macau and eventually found ourselves in Australia last year. I was based in this island called Boracay most of the time. To think I started off as a dishwasher/laborer/cook, got fired for(in my opinion) unfair reasons, then found myself "adopted" by the remaining and near extinct "gods" of the island. The artists, musicians, local philosophers and the true torchbearers of culture - slowly being displaced by the islands eventual gentrification. I still consider myself fortunate, at least their culture and knowledge was imparted to me. That energy, I believe, was responsible for the adventures and success that followed.

As for my music and Art. They are currently at the backseat - but they are number one in my priorities. All those opportunities I've encountered have been directly or indirectly brought about because of my passion for my craft. I get hired on the basis of me being a musician or as an artist. My Boracay job was acquired since the owner was patron the electronic music scene. I was given the opportunity to work there so I could experience the lifestyle, It took me less than a month to find the right people to associate with, and they have been of enormous help in my development as an artist. Another example: I bagged my current job through a guitarists' cousin. She's connected with this UK company and she asked her British boss(He runs the London Art Club) to hire me. She vouched for me - as she knew me enough and believed that I would be driven by my passion. I have worked in a corporate setting for my first job - hated it and had to quit after 3 years. But after working as a laborer, dive shop assistant, call center agent, cook and hash dealer, not to mention trained for months as a world-class athlete - going back to a corporate setting was easy, as I have worked for less doing grueling, sometimes dangerous physical tasks for a living. Now, I am practically just using my brain to generate a small income. I have been able to purchase my recording equipment as a result.

You mentioned that it is a pimp/ho' scenario in the Art industry, just the same in the music biz. Well, in my opinion? This is the 21st century. Why live up to the "starving artist" stigma? F**k them all! Think Yin and Yang, Art and Business, Intelligence and Street-wit combined. We "artists" - no, CONNOISSEURS OF LIFE, the true essence and practitioners of humanity will not be put down by those collective entities, those vampires that feed on our hard-lived and hard-earned energies. We have evolved now, we are beyond them.


-I.J.-

Monday, August 18, 2008

Audio Technica AT2041: Mics for the Guerrilla Audio Engineer

Audio Technica AT2041 Studio Pack
Photo from: www.sweetwater.com

I got these beautiful babies over a month ago through my girlfriend's connections in the states. It took me over two months to make the arrangements. I originally made the transaction through www.musiciansfriend.com. I tell ya'- their service sucks. I availed of the two-day shipment to the person's address (Big up to Ogie Feliciano for the effort and patience, many thanks and blessings to you) who was leaving for the P.I. in week's time. I found out that after a couple of follow ups, my orders were still in the warehouse! Ogie eventually left, he then made arrangements with a fellow Davao native who was leaving a few weeks after to take care of transporting my gears. I decided to cancel the transaction at Musician's “Friend”(More like nemesis), and opted to purchase them from another online music shop www.zzounds.com. Much more reliable and fast. They were sent immediately, no delays and the online shopping site was much more user-friendly. Makes me love America with these effectiveness.

Big up to Eric Sancho for lugging my gear all the way from the US. I had to pay an excess baggage fee of $150.00 as he had tons of stuff with him. It was worth it though! Many thanks!

The moment I got the Audio Technica AT2041, I started tinkering with it. It's got two mics in the pack. The AT2020 condenser mic for vocals and the AT2021 condenser mic for instruments. They are both phantom powered(requires no external battery, but works on a 48v power provided by your mixer or Digital Audio Workstation or DAW). I worked with them for a few hours. My, do they do wonders. The verdict: Professional sounding recordings for the Guerrilla Audio Engineer! They are built tough and work really good, I personally like the little AT 2041 – It made a cheap and battered acoustic guitar sound like an Ovation.

These are great mics – no doubt. The AT2020 didn't come with a shock mount(That thing that prevents recording those lil' tremors), not to worry as I constructed my own Guerrilla-style mount below PHP1,000.00 ($24.00) – considering they cost a lot more than this if you got them from a shop. I'd rather use some good ol' Pinoy ingenuity. More on the construction later on, I will post a step by step, DIY Guerrilla Audio Engineering Gear tutorial. I even made my own pop filter. Ah, the Net I tell you...

I suggest you purchase chords of great quality(With them XLR thingies, they look like happy faces) to go with this.

My waking hours are spent thinking of playing and tinkering with my new gear. I hope I get to find the best time to produce some work. I would love to let you guys know what's up. So get those comments and feedback coming. If your searching for some advice on the best gears on a 3rd world budget, or even those gears you are willing to sell one of your kidneys for – just let me know ayt!


I.J.
Beautiful Eyesore, Connoisseur of Life

Friday, August 15, 2008

Passing Through: Balamban

By: Iñigo Jaldon

Back-riding on a hired habal-habal past noon, we were headed northwest towards the hills of Busay. Passing through the area , I am reminded of the postcard photos of Brazil with its’ houses built along verdant slopes. We just recently watched this Brazilian art flick, City of God, we both agreed that maybe this is the closest we could get to experiencing a Brazilian favela.

Only a few minutes uphill, one can notice the change in the climate. A far cry from the heat of downtown Cebu. I started breathing in the cool, island air. I found the inhabitants of the area fortunate to be living in such a serene location not too far from the city.

The characteristic yellow and pink blooms of Angel’s Trumpets are strewn along the road. A sign that we have already reached a certain altitude, high enough to allow the growth of these notorious(to those informed) flora.

A few kilometers further, slopes fashioned like miniature versions of the Rice Terraces emerge. Whole hillsides with similar appearances are encountered further uphill. Cockfighting aficionados take advantage of the area's healthy conditions to breed their prized fighters - evident with the organized lines of triangles that house the avian gladiators. It came to me that the locals really do their best to maximize the use of this land.

We finally reached Balamban. We were practically riding on a dragon’s spine, I thought. We were zig-zagging along the road and encountering small valleys at almost every turn. Looking towards my left, which I figured was the East. The sun was still at its expected location at that time of the day, and if you took a panoramic picture of that scene and framed it... it would come out arranged like rasta colors. Now it all makes sense...

At one point, we caught a glimpse of a distant lake with its blue-gray waters shimmering in the afternoon light surrounded by a line of hills. At the background, the ocean took over most of the horizon in contrast with the sky’s orange and golden hue. The view was a rare treat for my weary eyes. The whir of the motorcycle’s wheels provided an almost hypnotic sound to accompany the view. The flower stalls along the path was a sign that we were nearing our destination.

At that moment, I could almost imagine why the Spaniards chose to make this island their home. It was probably the closest to Paradiso they could get.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Lindrumm II : An Inspiration

Lindrumm II
Image from: http:www.davesmithinstruments.com

I have been posting this on my monitor for over a month now. As of writing time, the LinnDrum is yet to be released, as there are still some final work and features to be added. Expect it by the end of the year. For us Pinoys, better keep track of your ninangs in the PX, and make sipsip na before Christmas.

If there was that muse that inspires me the most - LinnDrumm II would be her. I mean just look at her, simple yet a bit complex. I could just imagine tapping those pads and having a whiff of that freshly-soldered smell...fffff....Not to mention the gnarly beats. It comes in two versions by the way, above is the analog one, and another is a smaller version without the added analog features. The former would be available from Dave Smith Instruments, the latter, from Roger Linn Designs.

Intended to be released as the "BoomChik", her creators Roger Linn and Dave Smith opted to the latest name as tribute to the original LinnDrum of the 70's. To all ya'll budding Pinoy audio gear heads (like myself), Roger Linn and Dave smith would be like the godfathers of electronic music(for the pinoys, the Reycards? I dunno, got no better comparison at the moment). I'd say they are modern day renaissance men. Linn is an established guitarist and musician who has worked with Eric Clapton. Smith was an engineer for NASA and one of the inventors of MIDI. I guess he's being modest as others have claimed that he, Smith, invented the thing. Their common passion being music - ironic, considering their backgrounds. I am all about irony, that's why I love them.

Linn practically invented the drum machine/sampler. He then worked for AKAI and developed both the MPC 60 and MPC 3000. AKAI's are the industry standard in beat making/sampling(de rigeur in the Hip-hop biz). Smith put up a company, Sequential Circuits, to develop his now famous synths. He then moved on to work and help develop products for the big boys Yamaha and KORG.

Isn't it inspiring to know about fellow musicians, regardless of background or profession, create influencial inventions for the love of their passion? This inspires me, I think we all should be.

Now, back to my girl...

Aesthetics aside, this baby apparently packs a punch. Check her out:

Features include:

* Operating system is optimized for realtime live performance, with the ability to switch between beats, drop in and out of record on different beats, switch in and out of song mode and much more, all without stopping play.
* Digital voices have nearly the same signal and modulation path--including modulated filters and resonators--as shown on the LinnDrum II Analog panel. Total number of voices is not yet determined.
* 16 standard 1.1 inch square velocity- and pressure-sensitive drum pads, assignable to sounds, tunings, beats, track mutes, sound mutes or sequence steps.
* Both MPC-style real time and 808-style step recording are provided, and the 16 pads are backlit for visual animation.
* Real-time stereo digital effects on output mix--modulated multi-mode filtering, guitar amp model and bit/sample rate reduction distortion, modulated resonator, compressor, delay, reverb and EQ--with 6 dedicated on/off keys to switch them individually in or out in real time.
* Compact flash slot for data save/load/backup, or for expansion of internal sound storage.
* Internal RAM and flash size is yet to be decided; at least 16 mbytes for each.
* 128 x 64 dot graphic LCD.
* USB port for transferring samples and other files, MIDI messages and audio I/O to and from computer.
* 4 pushbutton soft knobs below the LCD, acting either as soft knobs or soft keys.
* 48 lit buttons for extensive real-time performance control.
* 2 sliders assignable to a large variety of real-time functions.
* HELP key gives descriptive text for any screen, data field, function key or knob.
* Pressing DETAILS key followed by any panel key presents a screen of settings related to the key pressed.
* 2 pairs of stereo outputs, with phones output fed from either pair.
* Stereo inputs for sampling, audio processing or triggering sounds.
* MIDI in and out.
* 2 inputs for either foot switches or expression pedals, assignable to a wide variety of functions.
* Four complex analog voices based on the same Curtis-chip synth voices used in the highly-aclaimed Prophet '08 and Evolver keyboards.
* Four direct ouputs for the four analog voices.
* 27 dedicated dual-function rotary encoders for voicing the analog and digital voices.


But at a whopping $1,800.00,(Around PHP80,000.00) I'll just have to work a bit harder. Not a problem, if your inspired.

IJ


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Passing Through: Sugbu

By: Iñigo Jaldon
Bob Marley Festival: 2002-2003

Our ferry docked at the Cebu port on a February morning and were met by our host. Our man had this rasta-inspired hat on, with the intention of looking like an eighth, absent, hippie-dwarf from the Brothers Grimm classic. With bumble bee sunglasses and flowing tribal tattoo on his left arm to complete the image - he practically stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the hues of blues worn by the porters. It was not hard to spot him. In my private thoughts, I christened him Stoney.

En route to the hotel, I noticed old warehouses strewn around the pier area. Probably belonging to old Chinese families who have come to make this island-city their home after decades, if not, centuries of trading. Our host and our band leader were having a conversation, I overheard some names of the acts performing the next evening, which made me more excited as it was the first ever gig I had outside of Davao City. I was now a 'sessionist' playing the percussions for the Davao band P.L.O, headed by the kaliweteng gitarista(left-handed guitarist), Popong Landero. Budoy, Stoney's real name, was informing the band regarding the details of the itinerary.

We were ushered to our respective rooms to get a little rest before rehearsals. A few hours later, we were instructed to proceed to the “Backyard”. Immortalized in the Jr. Kilat song “Original Sigbin”. It was just a five-minute walk from our hotel. Upon reaching the spot, we were treated to a filling afternoon meal of humba rice(an adobo variation), which apparently, was the house specialty.

With tummys filled, we then got down to business and started rehearsing. We were halfway through our first set when we were briefly interrupted by our host. The festival we were performing in was an annual tribute to the original “ghetto superstar”, Robert Nesta Marley. The crew from a then fledgling guerilla network was covering the event, they were asking permission to shoot our rehearsals so they could show it on TV. Why not? It would be a trip to be on TV!

So there we were, no shower, half naked because of the heat in the studio, and about to be shown on national television. Many days later, I would miss every show covering the festival. Never getting to see how we looked. Our drummer would later tease me that I just missed half of my life for never getting to see our mugs of television. With the unshowered look, we probably came across as an exotic bunch to most of the viewers. Which I believe, is still cool.

The “Backyard” was then a venue for a closed-knit bunch of Cebuano musicians. I was humbled, and at the same time, envious of the passion Cebuano folks have for their craft. On that same afternoon, I found a part of myself.

Fast forward to the gig: I find myself among a very enthusiastic crowd. We were skanking to the chunky bass lines of the band on stage. I was ecstatic with the idea that the night was still young, and that there were still other bands lined up to play. Everyone played their hearts out that night.

I chanced upon a bunch of interesting souls that night. One was an Igorot with a four-stringed instrument resembling a kudlong(boatlute) which he crafted all by himself. Apparently, back home, he would religiously sneak into his neighbor's wood shop every afternoon while its' owner was out for work. He would toil for a few hours each day until he was done fabricating his trademark weapon. He decided to settle in the Queen City Of The South to live a musician's lifestyle. We ended up commenting on the vibe that night. The crowd seemed to be emanating this yellow, almost visible energy. Or maybe it was just the beer.

Other individuals included an exotic-animal-loving Godfather of the genre. Upon discovering a thriving reggae scene in Cebu, he theorized that since the city was in the same latitude as Jamaica, the city would then have a similar vibe and lifestyle.

Stoney's alter ego, Jr. Kilat, emerged that night. It was my first time to see the chap perform. Years later, his band would make it big in the industry with their unique brand of bisaya reggae.

The hours just seemed to pass by. It was already our band's turn to play. By then, I was already
pretty tipsy from the free sponsored cervezas. The set went on well, the crowd was still skanking although they were now a bit steady. After our last song, the artists all gathered for the ceremonial jam, singing to Bob's classic, One Love. It was a jam session I will forever cherish.

I traded some of my hand made trinkets for a Jr. Kilat cd, our drummer got a free t-shirt. We were now quite exhausted and dawn was fast approaching. A big-boned lady with a cooking pot the same size as her, invited us for some warm dugo-dugo(pig's blood with intestines) with puto(rice cakes) to cap the night. We helped ourselves to a few delicious servings. With our souls happy and our bodies sleepy, we decided to head back to the hotel.

Our last few hours in Cebu were spent loitering around crowded malls. A sign that businesses are doing good in the city. The events during the previous days instilled a newfound fascination for a city that I knew existed but did not have the chance to experience until the festival. I had a taste of the energy and passion that drive her inhabitants. I made a vow to myself as we boarded our ferry back home, I promised to visit the Queen again.

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Saturday, August 9, 2008

"God Bless That Girl" 2005

"God Bless That Girl"
Words by: Iñigo Jaldon

God bless that girl, yeah she could make me sweat,
She'd move around now like she'd give no shit.
Oh God bless that girl...
She dances around now with this snake-like grace,
She gets away now with her beaming face.
Oh God bless that girl...

God Bless that girl...

God bless that girl, she's lighting up the sacate,
she takes two hits and passes it to her hombre.
Oh God bless that girl...
She could give this smirk that could bring you down,
On your knees you'd try to beg but you'd make no sound.
Oh God bless that girl...

God bless that girl...

God Bless that girl, I offered her a cerveza,
She turns me down - gets a double, tequila.
Oh God bless that girl...
She says, "carpe diem, seize the day the clock's a-tickin'",
" 'can't slow time make a move, stop thinking".
She says, "carpe diem, seize the day the clock's a-tickin'",
" 'can't slow time make a move, start kissing".
Oh God bless that girl...

God bless that girl...

Better be wary, that girl could be scary...
Better be wary, that girl could be scary...

Friday, August 8, 2008

Who wrote the lyrics to Beautiful Eyesore?

Beautiful Eyesore
by: Iñigo Jaldon



You are the noise in the night
A butterfly in flight
That solitary fatal sting
The sunrise in the morning
Pain in my ass,
the dew on the grass,
cake on the kitchen floor,
you're my beautiful eyesore...

You are the garbage in a park,
a match in the dark,
a pothole in a landing strip,
a vacant seat in a crowded jeep,
frozen blood in the freezer,
spare change to a beggar,
oil to a rusty door,
you're my beautiful eyesore.

You are that ticking in the courtroom,
A golden-topped mushroom,
A silence on the other line,
March, with some sunshine,
A golden tooth in a great white,
a blind man's first sight,
do I need to say some more?
do I need to say some more?

When I wake up in the afternoon,
all I think about is you,
working my way to the bathroom,
and the jeepney too..
You know all these crazy things,
I'd do them for you,
Tried to make our times meet,
but it just won't do,
I know I sound silly,
flowin' with this tune,
but I guess you'd better listen,
because we've only got 'til June.
It's been a long time
since I have seen you,
and I hope that I could buy some time
to be with you...

You're my beautiful eyesore...
You're my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyesore.


- Iñigo Jaldon -
(Gaucho/Gauchito)

Beautiful Eyesore, Connoisseur of Life

It's a great day to start, as today is 08/08/08 - believed to be a lucky day for most Chinese. The Beijing Olympics would be starting in a few hours.

I am a "Connoisseur of Life", temporarily tied down on some priorities. This blog will hopefully be a documentation of random topics I decide to write about, music produced and/or art works created in the years to come.

It would also be gnarly to hook up and inform my fellow musicians on audio recording stuff, interesting individuals, lovelier ladies, quirky situations and the music scene here, and abroad.

In a nutshell: Modern Guerilla Musicianship, Lifestyle and Audio Production in the P.I.

This blog would be a testament to my re-rebirth. I am a "Connoisseur of Life", as I do get myself into some situations that people would die for. Anyway, 'nuff said for now. You'll know why -- soon.

Oh yeah, I wrote the song "Beautiful Eyesore".

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