Ben L’Oncle Soul - Soulman
That sunny breakfast sort of music :) Repeat.
“Freestyle Jam Session on the UBC Knoll”
Shaun Pepper, Mark Perez, Aki Elvambuena, Stanley de Leon (guitar), Jermi Santos, and Francis Arevalo.
Shouts to Jason Mraz for providing the chords. And Mr. Kuoch for being himself. This is the right way to cap off a beautiful day. Enjoy Vancouver :)
An Improvisation on Piano:
Julia Wei - Memoirs
This piece reminds me of Memoirs of a Geisha. Try starting the trailer at 0:03, then play both at the same time. It’ll fit beautifully. You’ll see what I mean.
Francis Arevalo + Aki Elvambuena + Mark Perez = FAM + “Why I Write”
Listen up!
Check Stanley de Leon and Jermi Santos making the girls swoon at UBC.
Poem #5: Like Music
I am off-key and off-beat
Let us waltz like dactylic meter
Your words play my strings
Speak like a harp
Let’s kiss loud like violins coming in
My crescendo
You are my resolution
Poem: #2
Two ft. my boy Stanley de Leon on keys:
he keeps his hands in his pockets, muffling any sound his coins make
he’s poor when it comes to
those kinds of people
two metres in front of him
there’s this bum
stained by the newspaper ink smudges on which it sits
this bum belongs to a human being
she has eyes like oysters, as if holding a heavily guarded secret
so she feels like she has something vault-worthy
but he sees her as typical scenery:
dirty. Newspaper. A façade of a smile
as if in deep-thought, he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, as
she shouts
“hey, why don’t you give…”
pause. backstory.
“…a damn about me?!” at her husband
she was dressed in the finest clothing
whites as pearly as her picket fence
her personality was as colourful as her custom coat
he always gave her things she didn’t need
given she gave him
things
he begged for
“you treat me like meat!” she cried
that day, that sunny Sunday morning
she left
she ran like emotional noses
annoyed and seemingly in slow motion
with no care
searching for the middle of nowhere
she roamed the streets like
one person in love
passionately attached to nothing, until
dusk fell like sleepy eyelids
for nocturnal nights, she searched for the end of the world until
she got here
she dropped down, looked around
and found foundation in the ground
for once, she was a skyscraper
but she sprawled herself out like a dead bird
jealous of the stars
mumbling, “Well, why, God? Why can’t that be me?”
but from her pedestrian penthouse
she’s comfortable
shivering, newspapers, plastic bags, and whatever urban tumbleweed
collaborated a quaint little quilt
she had this quiet
something
only narration could notice
she was still as colourful as her outfit
except for a few smudge marks on her bum, and outlook
her full red lips blew breath like a chimney
blowing a smoke signal
like prayers to a Man Upstairs
that left her in the dark
that sunny Sunday morning
she sleeps like a second-hand Disney princess, waiting for a damn to be given
or at least
a façade of a smile
but, don’t be mistaken
she’s a woman who found freedom away from a lost home
who is as happy as
a woman who found freedom away from a lost home
unpause.
“…an old lady some of that there spare change, sonny? I’ve been runnin’ on empty.”
he blinks and returns to reality
and it is just like he left it:
hand, pockets
except this time,
his pockets coldly clutch his hands
“c’mon, how ‘bout it?”
two metres
but instead,
she is two metres back there
spare change
but it yearns for attention, muffling any movement his hands make
so he looks behind him
not at her, just behind him
looks in front of him
inhales a prayer
and walks on like a back-story
while she
she stays
a pearl of a story to tell
Shouts: Stanley de Leon. If anyone deserves a shout, it’s this guy. My good friend, and even better musician, with the beginning of a string of posts. YouTube “Stanley de Leon”. You need your daily dose. He’s got that something that people need.
