Hi, I’m Brian Dys — a photographer from the inside looking out · a composer entangled in electronic music · a UX designer · a spouse, a parent, & everything in between.
I heard it the first time when my friend from Malate, Ida, gave me a mix CD with 14 tracks. This particular song captivated me in a gloomy manner – just as Diana Krall’s Midnight Sun did. But the problem was that I didn’t know the title since she didn’t bother listing the track info.
Years have passed – and I am talking CD burning here, not MP3s in flashdrives – Android phones came into being and SoundHound found its place into my phone. I tried to scratch this long time itch and was I lucky to find the singer and composer.
Violet Don’t Be Blue is a song by Herbie Mann and sang by Cissy Houston (Whitney’s mom).
Don’t let this song bring you down now:
What’s That She’s Singing?
I’ve reached the depths of Google search results for “Violet Don’t Be Blue lyrics” – page 6 to be exact – and still failed to find the lyrics of this song. I even used different search engines like Bing and Yahoo! to no avail.
So I transcribed the song lyrics myself (I’m unsure of several lines, though).
A summer sun kissed a flower
And warmed an hour in May
On her young face
His smile dried the dew
Oh, but the time was coming near
When spring would light another year
Hear the cold wind blowing
Violet don’t be blue
A wishing star closed his eyes
When Violet dreamed of love
When her hopes like her petals
All were new
But now her tears had turned to snow
Her heart’s a place icicles grow
Hear the night wind blowin’, singin’
Violet don’t be blue
The reason I wrote a thing or two about this song is because I’m experimenting on animated icons – wherein as the song goes, the icons animate the lyrics.
I’ll be posting samples soon.
What does hair on your head mean to you? Definitely, hair (facial or wherever) – its meaning varies from culture to culture. I would not try to explore deeply the Filipino culture but my own (and maybe yours, my good reader).
This is the first hair on my head out of my mother’s womb:
Nobody could say, “I styled that hair” but nature itself. Until we’re one. Hair begins to grow into our eyes and onto our food. So mom and grandma morph into instant beauticians and take the bowl out of the kitchen to stencil our unadulterated hair to works of art.
What do you remember about your first hairstyle/cut?
June 15, 2012
To Mr. G. G.,
Good day, I would like to be informed of the objectivity behind the qualifications of being eligible in the GainShare program.
It is apparent that some of my colleagues have the same standing as I in terms of attendance and typing skills yet I wonder why I’m disqualified. I do not wish for them to be in the same situation; I only wish for fairness in our workplace.
This, admittedly, has been affecting my professional outlook and I would like it to be resolved in the soonest since I love working with the D team.
The sadness is creeping and scratching me insane. It feels that I am being treated unfairly. I was not evaluated nor commended when I handled everything by myself, when I extended hours and hours without pay, when I did everything to cover all work and the works of all imaginary EAs (which we have now) and beyond. Now that everything is in a not-so-outstanding condition, that’s when you notice me and appear to favor others.
Please bear with me in these personal expressions. Since we do not have an HR department to air my grievances to, I wrote this letter. Please know that you’ve been a source of inspiration to me in regards to my professional career.
Hoping to speak with you regarding these matters,
A disgruntled employee ready to explode anytime like a hot magma volcano.
A parody letter written for Jaycelle in a time of trouble.