My recent spate of inactivity is attributed to yes, work. But also because I’ve been thinking and reading much more of late. Mental and emotional stock-takes are nothing new to me. In fact it’s almost a ritual for me to look back and ponder and re-prioritise during these reflective moments.
Attending a recent gig–OOOM (which stands for Originals Only Open Mike) on 26 June at the Singapore Art Museum evoked in me familiar fond memories that I thought had forgotten. A platform for aspiring musicians to showcase their original pieces, I feel the emotions of fear, anxiety, happiness, contentment, and love as each participant lugged their instruments and expressed their innermost selves to an audience of strangers. This takes a hell lot of courage indeed.
I was reminded of how I unabashedly poured my every emotion into compositions that have rarely seen light for fear of exposing my vulnerability. My fear of the dark; of rejection when I secretly slipped the damning letter into his locker; of losing my loved ones, and the list goes on. They say music heals. I say it does more than that. Music weaves its magic even before the hurt begins. It’s a safe haven to house the myriad of feelings that threaten to overwhelm you sometimes.
Kudos to the rising talents at OOOM. Besides the obvious display of musical capability, what touched me more was the way you guys sang right to my heart. Looks like it’s time I clear the dust off my forgotten pieces. Of raw and unbridled emotions.
Another upcoming OOOM gig at SAM on 17 July 09, Friday. Admission’s free.
