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Day 1 of road trip

6 AM - the fog rose over the city, as if all the ghosts of New York came out to say goodbye.

We were on our way to Michigan,via the Manhattan Bridge. We didn’t get that much sleep the night before, and Ashley woke up around 3:45 when my watch alarm went off.We then proceeded to pack the car, bring the mattress down to the curb, and make sure not to leave anything at the apartment. I took pictures of the apartment right before I left, for future reference.

We were off to Michigan, to visit Ash’s family. On our way there, we hit traffic,I saw my first dead deer, and listened to a bunch of music and 1 podcast (the Judge John Hodgman podcast, which I am a big fan). We also stopped by a vegan joint in Boardman Ohio called the Flaming Ice Cube -  http://www.flamingice.com. Its veggie burger was voted in VegNews as one of the top veggie burgers in the U.S., and I agree with the findings. Ash got the vegan burger, and I got the pizza burger. Both were excellent. For dessert, I then had a peanut butter pie, which also knocked my boots off.

Finally, around 7:30, we arrived at Ash’s moms home. We had some dinner, watched a little of the All-Star game, and then slept for almost 10 hours.

To new beginnings.

My fiance Ashley and I are leaving at 5:30 AM tomorrow. Eventually we will wind up in Portland, Oregon in a few weeks.

I am feeling a bit anxious about it…but excited too. 

i will miss a lot of things about New York…but I know there will be nuggets of genius scattered throughout Portland. I look forward to finding them with Ash.

—Bed of Nails August Final

This song will be on the upcoming EP, which will be downloadable on bandcamp. 

John-Flor Sisante

—Hayop Ka 031713 Final

First version of Hayop Ka (You’re an Animal). Listen with headphones.

chorus: hayop ka/sino nagturo sa’yo/na saktan siya ng ganito/madilim ang buhay mo///hayop ka/laruan mo siya hangang/’yong kalaluwan maging/itim ang kulay

"You’re an animal/who taught you/how to hurt her like this/your life is dark///you’re an animal/you play with her until/your soul becomes/the color black" 

I made this silly video after a fun show at Hunter College last night.  Can you believe I used to be a professional dancer?

new song preview tonight. Days Like No Other

lyrics:

I read from the Good Book

is this where I’m going?

you said “if we don’t know Him, but we still got time…

you leapt in the hammock

we made from a parachute

(that) we found in the attic after Lolo had passed.

vs 2:

you said “come and get me”.

I did, yelling “Timber!”

and fell into the blanket punctuated with light

that took look to reach us

and when it arrived here

it lit up my fingers on your infinite back

ch: if ever I’m hiding

    please remind me of days like no other

    invite me to gaze in your eyes

    then I will remember

    and I will surrender

    together, igniting the stars in the sky

vs 3:

we painted the evening

stayed up til the morning

as if we were dreaming in conversation and fire

that dripped from the maple ghost tree that you loved so

you said “don’t let me go”

as my lips sung in praise;

battle hymns gone ablaze.

lyrics, words and music by John-Flor Sisante 2012

Wise words from friend and fellow singer-songwriter Brian Sendrowitz of Beat Radio. He consistently makes music that etches its lyrics on my heart. Look up his songs “Golden Age”, “Fearful”, “Mexico”, “Planes Fly By”. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant writing. 
wearebeatradio:

the endeavor of making music is weird.  sometimes you get hung up on the  idea of “success” or “money” or being “famous” and sometimes it feels  like that’s happening and other times it feels like that will never  happen but after a while you get used to the emotional rollercoaster and  you just decide that either way, you’re going to make the whole process  an awesome, joyful, beautiful experience.  i’ve been doing this for  like, forever, but it took me a while to learn how to keep my sense of  humor through all the ups and downs.  i’m sitting in my basement studio.  i can make any kind of record i want to make.  that still feels like a miracle to me.

Wise words from friend and fellow singer-songwriter Brian Sendrowitz of Beat Radio. He consistently makes music that etches its lyrics on my heart. Look up his songs “Golden Age”, “Fearful”, “Mexico”, “Planes Fly By”. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant writing. 

wearebeatradio:

the endeavor of making music is weird.  sometimes you get hung up on the idea of “success” or “money” or being “famous” and sometimes it feels like that’s happening and other times it feels like that will never happen but after a while you get used to the emotional rollercoaster and you just decide that either way, you’re going to make the whole process an awesome, joyful, beautiful experience.  i’ve been doing this for like, forever, but it took me a while to learn how to keep my sense of humor through all the ups and downs.  i’m sitting in my basement studio.  i can make any kind of record i want to make.  that still feels like a miracle to me.

Ukulele music love song (sorta) that I wrote last year. 

Listen with headphones. 

How Jeremy Lin Has Awakened The Once Dormant Knicks-Loving, Asian American Kid In Me.

As a Filipino-American and  Asian-American who’s lived in New York almost his entire life, the last and only time I’ve been a New York Knicks fan was during the early 90s. I remember fondly how my my father, little brother, the occasional relative or family friend, and I would would watch the Knicks after mom’s epic mealtime of rice, Filipino dish comprised of something meaty with very little vegetables, and coke. Sometimes when my brother and I did schoolwork in our bedroom and couldn’t watch the game, I would go out to the living room, ask my dad what the score is, and then would ask him what the specifics are which led to the current state in said basketball game. A lot of the times, this would be the only communication that I would have with my dad the whole day, besides the mano po (a part of Filipino culture where you gently take your elder’s right hand, and place it on your forehead as a sign of respect.) 

Not only did we watch the Knicks, however; my brother and I wanted to be future New York Knicks. We both joined a Catholic Youth league basketball program for a season, with very mixed results; while my four-year younger brother was undoubtedly a much better basketball player who can do all those cray-cray crossover and dribble-between-the-legs-to-make-your-opponent-guarding-you-look-like-a-moron moves, I was one whose slow athleticism meant that I perhaps had a minute or two of game time, where during the whole ten game season I can count the number of times on my hand I’ve been passed the ball (thrice) and scored. (does -2 count? because not only did I never officially score a point in that youth league series, but I also attempted to shoot the ball on the wrong net. Oops.)  My brother was a young John Starks in the making. I was not as fortunate, so I immersed myself into playing saxophone and trumpet scales instead. 

Yet for all those hours watching the Knicks after mealtime, and wanting to be in the Knicks, my basketball fandom eventually would be crushed mercilessly when the Knicks were defeated in the 1994 NBA Finals. {John Starks, why did you forsake us with your 2 for 18 FG shooting in Game 7? Honestly?} During my lamentations after the game, I swore to myself to never be a Knicks, and thus, basketball fan. My heart couldn’t take the utter evisceration of following the Knicks, ever again. 

My disavowal  for the Knicks and basketball seemed unbreakable, and I wasn’t ever interested in the Knicks or basketball since. I’ve moved my illogical hopes and dreams to other sports (I’m a Mets fan, for Pete’s sake.) and other areas (I’m a musician, for Pete’s sake). 

Then Jeremy Lin appears out of nowhere, emerging as if by teleportation, and then proceeds to outmaneuver everyone and everything in his path; it’s as if he was Captain America running around the ship obstacles and landmines on D-Day, then picking up a whole company of Nazis and tossing them, like pebbles, into the Atlantic Ocean. And yet the BEST part, which I think is what so many Asian Americans such as myself feel akin to, is that this Captain America is Asian-American.

The Legend of Lin has all amazing stories that comprise it. How he sent videos of himself during high school to college scouts because none of the scouts had the foresight to see him play at his games. How he was picked up by the Knicks after not showing any promise with Sacramento Kings, only to have himself demoted because he “could use some work”. How he slept on his brother’s mythical couch. How he saved the Princess from the evil Gannon while simultaneously having a jam session with Yo Yo Ma, solving Poincare Conjecture independently, and making the most magnificent tofu scramble ever…while hanging out on his brother’s mythical couch. It’s insane. I’m sorry, I meant to say, it’s linsane

So would you say that I’m now officially a part of Linsanity? Perhaps. I also wouldn’t be able to refute your staid argument if you connote me with getting on the Knicks’ bandwagon (which seems to also be a thread I’ve been seeing in Facebook the past few days from long-suffering, accusing Knicks fans.)  Well, I am ok with that. The inner adolescent kid in me: who had buck teeth, strange glasses, and got bowl haircuts from dad; who considered it his mission to wear snap bracelets and Cavaricci pants while reciting in verbatim the poetry from the Leonard Cohens of our time, a.k.a., Kriss Kross; and who cheered so strongly for the Knicks, has come back after years of hiding. And we’re high-fiving each other, because of Jeremy Lin.

- signed,

          john-flor sisante

—Mystery more bass and harmonies

the harmony part to the “Mystery song” I wrote a few months ago. My new album hopefully will be dropping in the Summer…God willing.

- fxfr