Big mistake... or was it?
This is what happens when you do things without asking around. I mean I always do that and very rarely question myself afterward. Even now when I pretend asking myself, I was glad I sent the ex the birthday e-card.
And now, almost as usual, he wants us back together. And as before, I know my answer already. Only well, now I'm inclined to agree with him. I dunno, I can't explain why - but I want to! Oh, boy do I want to.
Woohoo... Now if only I won't have to hear anymore "foundation" or "mascara" again.
I never told boss Mark but he made a pretty big mistake assigning me to write a book about make-up. I mean, hello, before I started doing my research for the book, I didn't know there's such thing as concealer.
When my first draft was in, Boss texted me to check the email and see some early corrections he had made. I was going, Oh shit, I must'd written that you use foundation on your foot or that concealer is something to hide your face with while you're putting on make-up.
[Picked up an old issue of Rolling Stone mag last night, the one featuring my Idol on its cover (NewsStand always rocks!) And I am much indignant that Clay knows about flatiron before I do; he even knows how to use it well! ("Except for the back of my head where I can't see.")]
Anyway, aside from technical problems - the scanned pics I sent via emails had probably blown up Boss' mailbox; Mark said that my way of "speaking" and deliverance style is sufficiently great - no revision needed there. Am gloating here! And I always thought my Bahasa sucks. I mean, I almost didn't pass HiSchool's Bahasa exam!
Speaking of what sucks, another fave columnist of mine, Dave Barry, is back with another art criticism article. For the record, I hereby state that, like Simon Cowell, he's always right! I mean, look, there are art and there are fart.
Before he had spoken about this one consisted of an empty white room with a light bulb flickering over and over again. (The art piece was called "Flickering Lightbulb." Or "Empty White Room." Whatever, nothing can help that crap.) When he said he couldn't see what was so artsy about that, I agree.
The point of art is about pouring your ideas into the work and make people feel the way you do, touching them. Maybe one or two people in the audience couldn't be moved but try and scam the whole crowd into believing your junk as art and see where you end up.
I remember what Robin Williams says in Good Will Hunting, "You can talk all you want about every great works in the whole world but before you stand up under the great Chapel Sistine and feel the breath taken from out of you, you don't know a thing." (Or something to that effect, I can never get the details right!)
Same goes to all of us calling ourselves artists, no matter how advanced your techniques, no matter how advanced your ideas; if you fail to move a single person with your work, you may as well burn the whole thing and start again.
Which bring us back to Clay again, who succeeded to move most of the people in the States - despite his look which he admitted himself as "not that big a prize." (OK., here's the deal, I'm getting back with my baby so this is probably the last time I speak about Clay - I'll be boring y'all to death with querido mio starting tomorrow.)
I was gossipping with sis about Clay the other day and I wondered if this whole Clay idolisation was actually an extreme effect of the show. I wondered, had RCTI broadcasted the first season would I end up idolising Kelly? Or Justin? (Please God, no!)
Anyway, I'm hooked now. So, let's just gossip!!! Spawn, Invisible is good as they come but once you got the album, there'll be lots to lost yourself into, you'll be super-confused to pick which one is your ultimate favorite.
To tell the truth, Invisible falls behind the other tracks, in term of highlighting his voice. But it's a good song to start the album and obviously a right choice to be singled out of the album.
(According to Amazon.com, the pre-sale bookings of the single Invisible outnumbered Ruben's first single by a one-to-four margin.)
I Will Carry You, which was planned to be the next single, features a stronger vocalisation. Look out for the last bridge where he tenored up the line I will carry you... oooh, I suddenly faint and hope, with one eye half open, that he will carry me. (Let's just hope he's up for it, the way I see it, we pretty much weigh the same!)
Other songs which wouldn't disappoint you bro, would be The Way, Run To Me, Shine, I Survived You, Perfect Day(?) and Touch. Well, basically the whole album.
Track #9, This Is The Night, is a bonus cut. It's the very first single of his. You can re-live your love of his voice with that song. Dios, I'm still in awe, couldn't believe he can muscle out such a voice.
Number 4, written by the god of romance in the music industry Darren Hayes, When You Say You Love Me is a bit of a lightweight but you can still hear his voice there. And it's a beautiful song, it reminds you of the first days of falling in love - the mad mixture of anxiety and elation...
Well, I hope I did quite a great job promoting Clay here. If it's not enough visit this site. Lots of pics there and y'all could see the revolutionary makeover stardom made him go through. From Howdy Doody to The Top Three Celebs To Have A Bath With!