Tuesday, January 19, 2010

C.R.E.A.M


We are overruled by a corporate world. People in business suits throwing lawsuits. They plead injustice and are served with a big fat pay cheque as a reward; countless lies, countless victims, numerous accusations held with restrictions.

Music is art, art is creative freedom of expression; Yet these laws cause repression. Stamped with countless rules and jurisdictions. Music is a mosaic of familiar sounds and inspirations. These people are the Picassos, the Van Goghs, the Michael Angelos of our time painting the pictures of what our eyes do not see!

They pick and choose songs to sample from like how many make collages or scrapbooks. It's a representation of who they are, what they are about. A place where no rights should be involved, no boundaries, no business-tied accomplices should step foot in, and no judgement should take place.

Music should equal passion, not money. The mathematical equation does not add up at this point. The ability to influence someone so much that they would want to add you to their collage, their artwork, turn it around, and make it their own should be taken upon as flattery and not taken upon with legal action. It's a disappointing factor but the reality is, with the kind of society we now live in, even...
Cash...
Rules...
Everything...
Around...
MUSIC.


J. Lacsamana 11.19.2009

Saturday, January 2, 2010

another year over, a new one's just begun.

A Happy 2010 to all who read my blog. It's a clean new slate. Made for resolutions. Changes. Projects. Healthy life-style choices. I fall in the "none of the above category" for one particular reason. Evolution, goals...shouldn't have to start or depend on a New Year. It should be an on-going process that happens at the most sporadic time...with reason and realization as to what this particular task is benefiting you for, at that precise moment in your lifetime. Like this blog entry for example? Was really a means to showcase my snazzy nails that my sister-in-law did on my unproductive NYE bash, consisting of stuffing myself with mom's home-cooked food and sleeping for most of the night until Dick Clark came on TV. Now that's what I call, bringing in the New Year with a BANG...

IMO.LOL.WTF?!

Soon we'll be talking in a world filled with abbreviations...evolution of linguistics. Weeeeird.

This blog was completely random.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!