Saturday, November 15, 2014
Death
This tiny little corner of the internet I call Pointless Tales on the Internet is slowly dying. Actually, it's dying really quickly. If you follow this blog (and I know there are people who do), you know of my terrible inactivity in the last two months. And some of you that know me in person have asked me about that.
Indeed, it's dying. But not because of lack of things to write about. I could use the "I don't have time" excuse... But I can't really say that when the first draft of each post is usually written at 2 a.m. Deep down, I know that answer lies in my recent apathy and lack of initiative towards anything. I lost track of myself somewhere in this test called life, and everything from giant deep thoughts to simple tasks like taking out the trash kind of fell off into a hole. I know that I said that I would start writing again in the previous post... But with what's going on right now, that doesn't seem entirely possible. I'm blatantly lost. I would further go into detail, but that'd take a while... I'll just say that thinking is a lot harder than it used to be.
Just this post took a lot more effort than it really should have. I'm not even bothering with editing; I'm just writing the first things that come to mind. It probably doesn't sound very good.
So I need to figure things out. Until then, I'm signing off.
-Austin
Sunday, October 26, 2014
October SOTW 1 - A Turtle's Heart
The thing with music by Mili is that the lyrics usually are not set to have a form that people are used to hearing in modern pop music. The tunes are usually through-composed (no repeating verses or chorus) and the lyrics are not set to necessarily rhyme. The composers are Japanese, so even though English pronunciation is good, the melody may sound strange for the words to most people. Only hearing it a couple times, I just simply enjoyed what I could hear and interpret. But then... I recently looked up the lyrics. And decided that I should start posting again. Now that I know what is being said, this song means so much more to me. After my short period of silence, this song made me decide to keep posting.
I couldn't find the song just by itself, so here's the whole album. (yay)
Monday, September 8, 2014
The Relatable Musician 8
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| Typical piano used for note names |

Sunday, September 7, 2014
The Relatable Musician 7
*claps* 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and...
But did you know that the drummer is hitting his snare drum on the "and" of every beat?
*claps* 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and...
But noooo everyone has to clap on the downbeat. *rolls eyes over-dramatically*
Friday, September 5, 2014
September SOTW 1 - END THEME
This song is beautiful. If you've watched the movie 5 Centimetres per Second, you would know that the context in which this piece is played is quite powerful and moving. It perfectly sums up the emotional state and being of the main character.
I find that this piece is extremely easy for me to express myself with. Emotions that I can't get out in words or paper come out through playing this song. When I sit at a piano with nobody around, this is what I play. No one hears, but that's fine with me. Sometimes it's better to say what you want to say when nobody hears.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
August SOTW 5 - Oracion
Lately I've taken a deep liking to this song, for a couple reasons.
-It's the end theme of my favorite anime, No Game No Life
-I love this style of Japanese rock
-The key changes are a little strange but still work effectively
-Whispering is seldom done in music, and they nailed it's use in this song... it perfectly suits Shiro's character
-I really love the lyrics, they mean a lot to me (translation here)
-Shiro is adorable
-Shiro is adorable
-Shiro is REALLY TABLE-FLIPPING ADORABLE (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
The Ghibli Manuscripts
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| A robot soldier from Laputa Castle in the Sky. |
On the second floor of the museum, it's full of desks with work scattered across the rooms. It looks the like filmmakers just left their desks for a break when we walked in. But my favorite room... was a small room that people frequently walked in and out of. Compared to the other rooms, there was barely anything in there. It was just a table with some books (with abnormally large pages), and a small wooden chair tucked in the corner of the room. Seeing this room unusually plain in comparison to the others, I decided to look around a little more carefully (not that I wasn't already). I picked up one of the eight thick, large books sitting on the table. I looked at the title... When Marnie Was There. I opened up the book.
It was a manuscript of the animated drawings. Like a framework of what the movie should look like. The reason the pages where so large was because each page had about five drawings in it... each showing the next shot in the movie, yet to be brought to life. To the right of each drawing was room for notes. Surprisingly, there was enough English for me to guess what they were saying.
I began reading. It was a little like a manga, but a lot more open ended for plot. After a half hour, I realized I was enjoying myself. A lot. Which was a little strange for me.
The frustrating thing for me with books is that I can't read them through once. For every sentence I read, I need to pay attention and process it to understand what's happening. However, my brain can't do that while keeping up with my reading speed. So I end up reading a page or even a paragraph, stop, and realize I need to read it again since I had no idea what just happened in the last 5 lines or so.
Books with tonnes of detail are hard for me to read leisurely. I need study every sentence hard to comprehend everything. My mind kind of blanks and then I keep thinking: "Okay, what's happening here? Maybe this? and this and this?". And then I realize I'm still reading and I have no idea what just happened in the plot.
However, being a visual learner, manuscripts give a general idea of what I'm supposed to be looking at, but still leave a lot of freedom for me to imagine whatever I like. And in a way, it's more fun that way. It might not be the actual story that the writer might have wanted to tell but it makes me feel creative...
I haven't seen When Marnie Was There yet. But in a way, I have seen it. I may not know the actual story that is told in the movie, but I do know that I had a lot of fun imagining my own story without having to worry if I've comprehended the provided image.
If I had a library of manuscripts, I could spend forever there.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Austin's Tea Preference Criteria
Friday, August 22, 2014
August SOTW 4 - St. Thomas
So as seen in my last post, I attended a summer jazz camp. On the first day, the piano and guitar teachers were still teaching their students when the faculty concert was supposed to start. As a result, the guest teacher decided that they should start the concert with St. Thomas, a jazz standard by Sonny Rollins that didn't need a piano or guitar player. The tune outlines the chord changes so a comper isn't absolutely necessary.
If you didn't understand any of that, I'll just say this: it's flippin catchy. I heard it all week. And sang it all week. And played it all week.
And it's not just me. I showed up 30 minutes early everyday, and I could hear people in practice rooms playing St. Thomas... whistling it in between classes... jamming out to it at the end of the day...
At one of the concerts, a combo even performed it.
The Relatable Musician 6
But little room doesn't mean no room.
However, the audience, which is comprised of jazz students, clapped for every four bar solo. Granted, there are some beginners in the crowd. However, people at least my level should know... And I'm not too high on the ladder.
Friday, August 15, 2014
To Lose Sight
The world is very loud. Noisy. Voluminous in thick waves of sound. But we barely notice it. The humming of the lights, people passing by, air conditioners, traffic, even our own breathing. We've all grown up in an environment where we are used to at least a little sound, somewhere, all the time.
I used to find sound fascinating. The drastic change in sound as soon as three people started conversing rather than two was something that always amazed me. The thin air of one voice all of a sudden gained an overlap of another. It was thickening like layers of honey collecting at the bottom of a cup of tea. Indeed, the reception of sound is a fantastic thing.
I recently went to a tourist attraction called "Dialogue in the Dark". You are given a blind man's stick and put in a series of rooms in pitch black darkness with a guide (all guides are visually impaired). The whole point is to experience being blind, relying on only touch, smell, and hearing to navigate in the darkness. To be honest, it's not for everyone. Kids sometimes aren't mature enough for it, or are scared of the dark. I don't blame them. However, for me, my problem was the sudden barrage of information to my ears. I discovered that I relied heavily on my eyes to process auditory information. If a car honked, I turned to look at it. If someone spoke, I could confirm it with my sight. However, as I stood in a lightless room with the sounds of a busy intersection simulated, I couldn't help but be extremely overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by the seemingly large quantity of information I would have confirmed with vision, but couldn't. All the sounds I had overlooked with my eyes. I was a tiny being facing a tsunami of sound stimuli. It was disorientating. Belittling. Daunting. My body produced a headache in no time. I didn't want to process so much noise at once. It was too much without eyesight.
Then on top of that... I had to move around. Navigate using a wooden apparatus that had loose connection to my body. My headache became worse. Why was the world so loud? Why couldn't it just shut up for a while?
And to think that it was all simulation.
Afterwards, sound was a lot different. It was no longer a fascinating concept that I could think to observe attentively. It was a vast, endless swamp of information, one that I could never hope to process and understand should I lose my vision. I had developed two things after that experience:
1. A newfound deep respect for visually impaired people. Especially those who lost their sight after adolescence.
2. A new fear. Fear of losing sight. I didn't think it would be something I would be afraid of, but after having a taste of the world with only ears...
Side note: I'm not saying Dialogue in the Dark is a bad attraction. In fact, it's very well done and is unique for a tourist attraction. It just isn't for everyone. I'm just a wierdo who is hypersensitive to things concerning sound... So don't think that as soon as you come out you will develop a phobia for blindness. If you have a chance to go there, it's a good experience!
August Song of the Week 3
Monday, August 11, 2014
Chinese Grammar Accent (in Japan)
Their English is good enough that they don't have an accent. However, Chinese sentence structure and translation gets inserted into their speech here and there.
For example, when referring to a person in Chinese, there is no "he" or "she". There is only (literally translated) "they/you". So when my parents learned English, they had to learn the difference between he and she.
It's sometimes frustrating when they mix it up and makes the conversation confusing. But other times, it turns out really funny.
They try to read and pronounce Japanese with English phonetics. Normal for an uninformed speaker. But it's the funniest thing (both funny haha and funny weird) to hear them try speak Anglicized Japanese with the Chinese grammar accent.
"How do you say thank you to him?"
"Arigato."
*turns to waitress "Ahreegaito"
Friday, August 8, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
August Song of the Week 1
Friday, July 25, 2014
July Song of the Week 4
If you don't know, Gumi is a vocaloid. But I think in this song it's harder to tell a vocaloid is being used.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
July Song of the Week 3
Saturday, July 12, 2014
July Song of the Week 2
Here is one of the first ones I heard from them.

