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Experience Sharing Songwriting

What I Found Most Difficult As A Songwriter

When friends of mine learned that I write songs as a hobby since 1994 having close to 150 songs written as of today, they frequently asked me questions such as do you write lyrics first or melody first, where do you get your inspiration from, do you have a band, do you perform, to whom you play your songs to, and etc. Seldom do people ask me what is the most difficult part of songwriting.

PS. The picture was taken when I was dining in this high class Japanese restaurant at Jakarta.  The lyrics of “Eternally Thankful” was born on that dinner table.

Writing a song is easy. Transforming a song from its draft state that is written at the spur of a moment into a song that is pleasant enough to last the years is tough. Recently I am reading a book written by a plastic surgeon and to me, songwriting can be as natural as the process of life creation but to enhance an existing song requires one to wear the hat of a plastic surgeon. What does this mean? Let me share my recent experience with you.

Last week I have written two songs “Diamond” (lyrics) and “Swallow” (lyrics) in two different nights. I managed to complete each song in one night, which is important because rarely the mood stays the same for more than a night. New songs take time to sink in and I practiced them for a couple of days. To my disappointment, I was not happy with the results. Something was missing. Something was not right. I felt as though I have missed the mark by a far margin.

So I called in Cynthia to help as a critic and lend me some fresh perspectives. Let’s deal with the second song first. “Swallow” was upbeat and the only discomfort I have with the song was that it sounded pretty much like my previous set of songs. It turned out that I may be over-worried as Cynthia did enjoy it. At times I wonder how far I can go without someone saying that my songs are lack of originality. There are artists who continue to churn our hits albums one after another sounding pretty much the same (Aerosmiths, Bon Jovi, Rolling Stones just to name a few).

That was “Swallow”. As for “Diamond”, Cynthia did shed a tear after the first listen to the song and it was the lyrics that drew her emotions. However, her first impression was that “Diamond” lacked some kind of oomph. In fact that was how I felt as well but I have no clue on how to improve upon it.

Cynthia asked me to play again and recommended a shift in key towards the end of the song. My only reservation was that “Diamond” was not written that way. I kept an open mind because she did help to transform one of my songs with the same technique. To shift the key, I first need to find the right key for my vocal range. I have lowered the entire song by a key and kept the ending as what it was originally written. It did enhance the song slightly but still, it lacked the oomph we wanted. We tried increasing the tempo but that took the emotion away from the song.

“Diamond” was basically divided into three parts without any chorus. The problem was a lack of memorable melody that could not be fixed by key shift nor a change of tempo. Now, that was the most painful part of songwriting – to throw away the parts that are not working well – because there is a certain sentiment towards each part of the song and today’s mood is definitely different from the mood when the song was crafted. We reevaluated the entire song and have decided that one-third of the song has to be rewritten.

Cynthia pointed out to me that there was a mismatch in part three of the song. All the chords were in major while the song started with minor. To those who are not familiar with major and minor chords, in short, minor chords create a darker mood while major chords tend to convey a happier message.

I picked up my guitar and started to experiment with some new chords. I was open to even changing the lyrics because it was this “hopefulness” in the lyrics that prompted me to stay major. New chords started to fall in place with the existing lyrics. Instead of the standard monotonous chord progression that I employed, I let the last part of the song to go free form creating a melody that follows the lyrics. The result was stunning even as we progress through the verse. Out of nowhere, an inspiration hit me with a surprise twist of chords that added colour to the song, creating a dramatic holding space before taking the song to the final lines of intense conclusion.

Having gotten a satisfying ending verse, that was not the end. It is because this new verse has to gel with the initial parts of the song. Like I mentioned, if parts of the song are created in two different mood settings, I need to find ways to put them together. That translated in me playing “Diamond” from beginning to the end again and again experimenting different chord transition to make it worked. Instead of the more mellow guitar solo chords transiting from part two to three, I have changed the chords to insert more emotion in preparation of the climatic last verse. This in turn drove me into having a completely different strumming pattern for the last verse to further bring out the building up of emotion to the climatic end.

With all these hard works, “Diamond” was transformed from a song that each time I played I felt something was missing into a song that each time I played my soul soared to the sky. That, is what songwriters put their blood and sweat for.

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Songwriting

12th Song of Year 2006

What a wonderful long weekend of 4 days! These days after freeing myself from my gaming hobby, I suddenly have lots of free time for book reading, movie/TV/DVD watching, vocal practice, and most importantly song writing. Each year I have a soft target to achieve. That is, to write 1 song per month. That works out to be 12 songs per year. To me, song writing is a discipline pretty much like writing books. You have to keep writing to get better.

Though my fingers were all soar even with those nylon strings, I have written the 12th song of this year (lyrics below). Very satisfied with the result. Since I have the tendency to churn out more songs towards the end of the year (perhaps the whole holiday mood and emotion), I am hoping to close this year with a couple more (15 for year 2005 and year 2003 stood the highest number at 35).

Author’s note: In a lazy afternoon, I was alone at home. Sober. My fingers were soar but I have this urge to write a song. The song started off as a ballad with guitar intro but it turned into a song with higher tempo. Lyrically, I was trying to explore the fact that time does not heal everything. There are still scars that are left behind.

Scars That Left Behind

These are the days I want to let go
These are the nights that shouldn’t exist
Don’t want to know why I did the things I did to you and me and everyone else

Supersonic state of mind
Driving too fast crashing too hard
These are the things I did to you and me and everyone else

These are the wounds that can’t be healed
These are scars that left behind

Banging my head onto these doors they are closed in front of my face
Lost control to this spiral pull that sucks me into this
This black and white emptiness evaporates the meaning of it all
This black and white emptiness holds me back
I have nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to
I have no one to run to, no one to hold onto

These are the dogs that won’t let go
Throughout the night wherever I go
They bite me hard on the things I did to you and me and everyone else

Momentary lapse of reason
I should have thought before I fall
These are the things I did to you and me and everyone else

These are the days I wish to erase
These are the pain I feel everyday

These scars that left behind, every time I crash too hard
These scars that left behind, remind me the things I did …
… to you and me and everyone else, I try to look away
I have nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to
I have no one to run to, no one to hold onto

Copyright © 2006 by Wilfrid K. F. Wong. All Rights Reserved.

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Songwriting

My Little Swallow

So here I am, wrote another song within the same week. This song has a faster tempo than the previous one. The lyrics is as such …

Author’s note: I remember when young, I took bus to school back in Hong Kong. During the right season, there would be swallows just at the balcony of the school near to the bus stop that I always used. Swallows make temporary homes before moving onto their migration journey. At times I miss the traveller kind of lifestyle.

My Little Swallow

One night on my way home I look at the star buried in the hazy sky
I turn up the music listen to the song that chills my heart
I feel the wind
The sense of freedom chills my spine
All by myself
My vision slowly fades away

One night on my way home my eyesight getting blurry I cannot see
This music in my head it slowly lifts me up to the sky
I hear a sound
A calling I have never heard before
Open my eyes
A swallow under the hazy sky

I recognise this beautiful swallow
Building a home on the way to your destination
I want to see you every single night

I often wonder what is it like to be you
All these homes you made these new faces you see every day
I often wonder what is it like to be with you
All these thrills up in the sky must be something to live for
My little swallow, all I want is to be with you
My little swallow, I want to know what’s it like to be you
My little swallow, all I want is to be with you
My little swallow, I want to know what’s it like to be you

Copyright © 2006 by Wilfrid K. F. Wong. All Rights Reserved.

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Diary

Confusion … Frustration

These couple of days increasingly I have become more restless. I sense another transition in my life. As I was trying to articulate to my buddy AT, I seemed to have gained some clarity. I thought I was trying to wait for some memorable events to happen to my life. But in fact, I am waiting for some signs to prompt me for some action to “create” these memorable events.

I know it sounds complex but I am in this constant frustration, lost, and confusion trying to anticipate for something that I can’t even see nor feel. It is affecting my daily life. No kidding.

Strange huh?

PS. My new car reached the mileage of exactly 10,000 km when I reached home. Hmmm …

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Songwriting

Diamond In The Deep Blue Ocean, Diamond In The Deep Blue Sky

I felt like writing a new song and so I did. I love the title of the song and I hope I have done the song justice. The lyrics of the song is as such …

Author’s note: Many don’t know how much they worth and always underestimate themselves. Look, You can be the diamond because you are just special … like diamond in the deep ocean, in the deep blue sky.

Diamond In The Deep Blue Ocean, Diamond In The Deep Blue Sky

Shine like a diamond in the deep blue ocean
You shine like a diamond in the deep blue sky
Thousands voices can’t be wrong
But do you know where you belong

Face of an angel with those innocent eyes
You walk the street with your head held high
You feel like drifting in your life
But think of what you really are

You shine like a diamond in the deep blue sky
Everybody love your smile
Do you oblige for the rest of your life?
Can you resist what’s destroying your life?

You shine like a diamond in the deep blue ocean
You should feel larger than life
Take away those tears in your eyes
Take away those scars start to live your life

You are a diamond in the deep blue ocean
You are a diamond in the deep blue sky
Don’t you forget who you really are
Don’t you forget what you can do with your life
You’re beautiful in every way
You are divine can’t be denied
You’re a diamond in my eyes
A star that shines wherever you go
Wherever you go, wherever you go
You are a star in my eyes

Copyright © 2006 by Wilfrid K. F. Wong. All Rights Reserved.

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Other People's Lives

Wow … This Lady is Hardworking

7pm, my friend dropped me back in the office area after a tender presentation. I had my dinner and remembered that I need to buy some bathroom stuffs (thanks to the writings on my palm … literally). Picked up my stuffs and proceeded to counter. I greeted the shop assistance and not sure if she is sociable or I was extremely sociable today, this mid 40 years old lady told me that her work starts at 9 in the morning and finishes at about 9 at night. That is 12 hours everyday. And then, she told me that she is actually working on two jobs – a legal firm by day and at Guardians by night. That is pretty inspiring. And she looks so happy and told me that her night job is not so demanding as though she is enjoy it. That is the amazing part.

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My Favorite Silly Me

Oh God, I Am So Late!

“Oh God, I am so late!” was the first statement that came to my mind when I finally digested what the digital numbers on my air-con remote control meant.
I wanted to sleep early. I really did. Then I chanced upon a video of “World of South Park Warcraft” at YouTube. World of Warcraft is properly one of the world’s most popular online game at present and I love South Park too. South Park has made an episode out of the new cult of online gamers and I knew that if I didn’t watch it last night, that video would have been banned by YouTube once the hit-rate of that video skyrocketed (due to copyright issue). The entire video was closed to 25 minutes and it was pure hilarious. Of course if you don’t play WoW at all, you probably won’t be able to make much sense out of it.

By the time I was in bed, I only had like 5 hours to sleep. Cynthia needed to get up at 4.45am to catch her 6am flight to KL. I have no idea why she spent so much time going through her wardrobe high and low. I must say by the time I tried to get back to sleep, the sky was starting to brighten up (read: 7am).

I needed to get up at 7.30am for the full day retreat at a military camp. When my alarm clock rang, I went straight back to sleep and had this very vivid dream of a retreat … but this time round, it was two buses full of people at some remote area. And what’s up with the girls wrapped in towels outside the hotel rooms?! (Oh well, that is another story.)

Anyway, in my dream, I “realised” that it was not the reality. The reality was that I needed to be at the military camp.

I sprang out of bed, starred at the time on my air-con remote control and it said 8:05am. I was like … hmmm … that was not too bad as the meeting started at 8.45am. And then I thought, hmmm I needed to meet my colleagues at the guard house at … OH MY GOD 8.15am! I still could not register the gravity of the situation. My mind was working backward. The camp is just 15 minutes drive from my house … I usually take about 45 minutes to get ready and … CRAP I AM LATE!

At 8.45am, I appeared at the Mess, where the retreat was located, feeling breathless after four flights of stairs. Don’t ask how I made it but I did make it.

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I See I Write

Hazy Hazy Day

When I left office on Friday evening, the air was hazy. I could even smell the burning ashes that came all the way from our neighboring country Indonesia. Over the weekends, the situation has worsen and the PSI (Pollutants Standard Index) has, at one time, hit 150. Anything beyond 100 is unhealthy so you can imagine.

Ever wonder where PSI comes from? It is actually a measurement of Sulphur Dioxide, PM10, Ozone, Carbon Monoxide, and Nitrogen Dioxide. I have no clue on what is what but PM10 is mainly contributed by the Indonesia fire from what I read.

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Diary

One Raffles Quay

When I first took up the housing loan from ABN Amro, the branch was at a landmark location just opposite Stanchart Bank at the CBD area. Since then, ABN Amro has moved into one of the floors at that building opposite Golden Shoe car-park to recently I found out, One Raffles Quay (ORD). ORD is resided in the area that the government has earmarked as the new extension of the CBD. ORD is also where my new office will be come this December.

I entered ORD via a brand new underpass. The new building is pretty impressive. I have to exchange my IC for an electronic pass in order to get through the gates placed just outside the elevators. ABN Amro has a special counter just to help customers to change passes (which is sort of inconvenience if you were to ask me).

I chatted with some of the staffs from ABN Amro and I realised that they don’t really like the new building. I wonder why. Perhaps it is further away from the food outlets and the MRT station?