I stumble in my speech, house beats.

So, I have decided to start a series of posts on indie artists. 

Artist of the week: Aaron Tan

Reaction(s): 

To say I abused the playback button would be mildly incredulous *gasp*

The sum up of my reactions:-

1. Click

2. Play, headbang, stupid dance 

3. Relock the room door

4. Repeat * 10

5. Lightbulb moment: MUST share.

Whether a fan of fact or fiction, The Corinthian promises one thing: 

When normal people listen to music, they claim it to be an emotional experience, inspiring, or even the "OMGTHISSONGJUSTTOUCHEDMYHEART!". No need to scream children. 

Chip, leap

Till you hear the mashed up beats

Seat, sit. Indifferent.

Sand drops

Over-turned.

Don't.

Move

*CLICK*

Just listen.

P.S : If you like electronic, dub step and house, you're home. Otherwise, this will MAKE you like it. Here have a cookie.

P.P.S: If you are an indie artist out there feel free to send me a scribble at picturesquescript@gmail.com

1000 ipod songs, one magical pause.

The music mesh.

Broken songs

tears wet; eyelash.

chimes ring, slash.

Broken, return

rebound by song.

I realized I haven't updated in a while but anyway.... Ihavemyreasons (awkward smile) While the notes were beating away in the depths of my brain, I began to watch and feel inspired. No promises here, just raw, lyrical song.

Artist: Jhameel

Song: How many Lovers

So, when I first heard about singer/ songwriter/musician Jhameel from an article featured in IndieShuffle, this was what happened :-

STEPS TO STEPH's... (something)

 Click 

 Listen

*Nod, nod, nod...

 Brief glance at screen

Pictures might be subject to actual person's eye size
Source: Google images

It spun endless dreams

Title: Eye of London
Artist: Megan Ong

The mechanics of it all

Wire, metal, raw.

Images in my mind;

Like a creeping paw.

Marred, scared into

see-saw motions in the sky

Spinning, dry ticks, time.

Let not your heart stay still

Move to the mechanical wheel.

Some spicy supper?

Artist: Mumford and Sons

Song; Winter Winds

Its a quater to three

And beneath these torn paper leaves

I see a million words

form alphabetical madness

Tear.

 I give in to wear

ToMorrow, why hello.

Note: Some night inspiration. Nostalgic music and just a little spice of tomorrow. Good morning world, I am going to sleep.