Monday, June 23, 2008

Opera In The Park On Sunny Weekends and Successful Cities

One year on and Singapore is hosting the inaugural World Cities Summit 2008. Unfortunately, it has also been tossed out of Monocle's top 20 listing of the world's most liveable cities.

Sunny Weekend Picnic at Singapore Botanical Gardens
We were lounging on the lawn at the Singapore Botanical Gardens. On the picnic mat: a little brown basket, good Ford Farm oakwood smoked cheese, a rather squished baguette, honey-baked gammon ham, sweet beetroot, sweet strawberries, a pitcher of iced homemade strawberry lemonade for the hot afternoon and a frisbee. Later, a boy would eat strawberries voraciously then put a foot on the cheese.

And we were discussing countries of residence. I'd previously been pegged as one of the country folk, given to Land Rovers and the great outdoors, long woodland hikes and fresh air, composting and matted hair. Be that as it may, I'd said, still I will need good access to an urban centre, a city, a metropolis. For the music, I may have added, but the Singapore Lyric Opera Children's Choir began to sing.
Singapore Symphony Stage, Singapore Botanical Gardens
(What is there to say about Darrell Ang and the inaugural Opera In The Park? Nothing about acoustics obviously. Nothing about the grandoise costumes that would have wilted in the heat. There was no space for a deus ex machina. And there was time only for scraps, "operatic favourites". Still, great to get out and lie about in the balmy weather and listen to Mozart and Mascagni. But as the afternoon wore on, more and more people were pressed around our picnic mat. Perhaps, I'd suggested, we can bring durians next time so everyone will give us a wide berth. Right on cue, the unmistakable scent of durian wafted past. Dog poo! complained the ang moh next door but did not budge.)
[The] clustering [of musicians in cities] is puzzling because music-making requires little, if anything, in the way of physical input (such as iron ore or coal) to succeed, and they don't generate economies of scale.

Because musical and artistic endeavours require little more than small groups to make their final products, you would think that musicians should be able to live anywhere they want.

Music scenes have every reason to "fly apart" and spread out geographically, especially in this age of the Internet and social media. But they don't. Instead, they concentrate and cluster in specific cities and regions... (The Globe and Mail, Why making the scene makes good cents for the rest of us)
We are far removed from the days of 17th century Vienna, and even 1990s' Madchester. Still, people go to the city to test their ideas, perform, learn, sell, discuss, share. And they do this physically and digitally, in and around cities like Goteborg and soon maybe Shanghai. Richard Florida suggests that the congregation of musicians in cities demonstrates that the concept of "place", especially in developed countries, has leapfrogged over vocation in the Abraham Maslow's pyramid of skilled, educated people in their twenties and thirties. More people have the means to be more internationally mobile than ever before in human history. And wherever they go, they bring to a city large amounts of human capital, which helps increase entrepreneurship and deepen the area's talent pool. The highest levels of economic growth and development is concentrating in cities, and certain cities are experiencing much faster economic prosperity expansion than others. The same migration brings people who stimulate development by moving to neglected neighborhoods and making long-term investments in schools, homes and businesses.

Florida refutes Thomas L. Friedman's assertion that the world is flat; the world is spiky and the peaks are the cities. Tyler Brûlé totally had his finger on the pulse with the macro-vision Monocle. Micro-vision Wallpaper*-ing had become so yesterday.

And the folk in developing emerging economies know this. Replacing economists and technocrats in the political power stables are urban planners and city visionaries, shaven-headed and goateed, touting creative urban renewal schemes in Macs and Moleskines. Chatting and brainstorming offline* with some of them over the last year has been interesting.

Building the TowerAnd it is the economies emerging from decades of communism/socialism that promise the most fun. Imagine SimCity divinity, a pliant population, vast untapped resources and foreign money lining up eagerly at your door. What could stop you from building a city (or two, or ten) other planners can only dream of, straitjacketed as they are by local/national politics, interest groups, exhausted resources and saturated markets?

And what, in the first place, characterises a successful city? Even if one assumes, simplistically, economic growth as the most important characteristic of a good city, economic growth, according to Florida, cannot be divorced from a vibrant urban environment: "regional economic growth is powered by creative people, who prefer places that are diverse, tolerant and open to new ideas".

The perfect city, the place a talented global nomad would want to stash his Yohji Yamamoto and build his life and career in, is less about cleanliness, safety, healthcare and good schools for the kids; it isn't about iconic buildings (see also Roger Scruton, Cities For Living in City Journal), new sports stadiums or pedestrian malls; it is about buzz and energy and a thriving counterculture. "The same kind of community that allows a music scene, an art scene, a gay scene to develop also allows entrepreneurs to come into those communities to mobilise resources," Florida says. As cities come under increasing pressure to compete for global talent, it is not surprising that the governments of certain cities have seen it necessary to make ambiguous statements about emerging tolerance.

(Well, that just takes care of the humans. But what about the environment? The rise of deliberately developed sustainable eco-cities suggests that the world has embraced stewardship of the environment as necessary to entry to the clique of hip and cool kids.)

But before governments and city councils join the curated graffiti fad and panhandle for the pink dollar, it's worth querying the accuracy of Florida's theories about the relationship between urban economic growth and "the creative class". Does "the creative class" actually contribute to economic growth (see Steven Malanga, The Curse of the Creative Class in City Journal)? And if so, is it actually urban density and diversity that hothouses collaborations and creativity (see Anya Kamenetz, The Laws of Urban Energy in Psychology Today)? And if it is, how can urban planners and city CEOs avoid the pitfalls of eg. urbanism myths: over-relying on high profile, "sexy" projects for urban regeneration; having an unhealthy fascination with unique, charismatic civic leaders; misapplying of other cities' approaches etc (see Five Innovation Myths Applied to Urbanism)?

Tearing Down the Tower...There is immense power in governing a group of people and planning their living space. And with great power, as the superhero sage advice goes, comes great responsibility. Urban places are such intricate and complex ecosystems. How can we avoid, in our best-intentioned enthusiasm, taking an existing city to bits and boinking ourselves on the head with the pieces?

My money is on going back to the one who created the world in the first place. He alone as architect and designer of the universe should be able to give better advice than the world's most highly-paid (but inevitably ignorant) consultant. And this much at least is clear from the instruction manual on human beings: WARNING: sex outside a one man-one woman marriage not according to manufacturer's specification. Misuse will result in damage and death. (Leviticus 18:22; Leviticus 20:13; 1 Corinthians 6:9-10; 1 Timothy 1:10).

The "creative class" theory is probably due for a bit of an overhaul.

Vanilla Meringues, Freshly Whipped Cream and Strawberries

For the succulent sweetness of sunshine, green grass, good food, good friends and a good God:
Edson Sunday, Lovely Sunday (Pelle Carlberg)
The Secret Life of Sofia Nanda Devi (myspace)
The Secret Life of Sofia Outside (myspace)
Starlet Sunshine (myspace)
Airliner Everything That's You
Acid House Kings London School of Economics (myspace)
Acid House Kings I Write Summer Songs For No Reason
Starlet When The Sun Falls On My Feet
Airiel Sugar Crystals (featuring Ulrich Schnauss) (myspace)
Sambassadeur Between The Lines (myspace)
Sambassadeur Kate
Brideshead Love Makes The Sun Shine Bright
Irene Little Things (That Tear Us Apart)
Red Sleeping Beauty Summer Tells Stories (myspace)
The Maccabees The Picnic Song
Oh No! Oh My! Walk In The Park (myspace)









Also, though not on last.fm:
Dirty On Purpose Girls & Sunshine - download from SXSW 2006 (myspace)
Plants and Animals Feedback In The Field - watch youtube vid (myspace)
Cloud Cult Bobby's Spacesuit - hidden track. Watch youtube vid (myspace)
Weezer Island In the Sun - listen on youtube

Thank you Britpop, North American shoegaze, Swedish twee and Labrador Records.


*cf online: Airoots, All About Cities, BLDBLOG, Urbanology, Where and even, Antiplanner! :-)

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

More Birthday Stuff, Lord Of The Rings, Psalms And Songs for Sleepy Sunny Sunday Picnics

It has come to be that, more than a month after this year's birthday, the celebrations show every sign of stretching their sparkly festive fingers to Christmas (this year). Birthdays in themselves seem nothing little more than annual milestones towards death, but they're always good excuses to party and parties are always good for fellowship, friendship and reunion allsorts.

Taiwanese Porridge
Anyway, breathers between the festivities are for light fare and, from a dip in the tub of unopened presents, J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings in shiny gold clothes.

Council of Cardgamers
A few nights ago, I was torn between summons to a council of card gamers and rescuing the fair folk of the Company from frozen-framed eternity: poor Gandalf and Pippin mid-gallop towards Minas Tirith, and Frodo and Sam mid-trudge to Mordor, with Gollum not far behind.

Card gaming was a good choice: homemade ice-cream, a sheriff suicidally killing off her deputies, endless laughing at "can you turn on your rubber duckies so I can play with them?" asked seriously and politely, then, while shuffling for Saboteur, real life intervening with an unexpected call, an emergency pray-together demonstrating of the reality of dependence on God and tangible fellowship.

Games and real life. Myth and truth.

Tolkien was of the view that all myths of the world are a mixture of truth and error - truth because they are written by those made by and for God and error because they were written by those alienated from God. But there is one true myth, a true accounting of truth: the Bible.
Lord of the Rings and Nibbles
Even if LOTR isn't Christian allegory, the song bits appear faint echoes of the Book of Psalms: the beauty of the descriptive poetry, then the frustration of having to guess at the music that might have accompanied the verses, as trying to see through a brick wall. Oh, the psalmist tries to help of course: "to the tune of The Death of the Son" he says of Psalm 9, "to the tune of The Doe of the Morning" for Psalm 22, "to the tune of Lilies" for Psalm 45 etc. But the Top 40 hits of the ancient Hebrews have been lost in the intervening millennia.

Still, melodies misplaced don't taint the meat of the Psalms. And very tasty meat it is too.

Mike Reeves hosts an express gravy train through the stuff for a sampler: Understanding The Psalms.

The Psalms, misused, are unfortunately brilliant for insipid navel-gazing. It is often said how much they reflect a good range of human emotions, a well-stocked aural Hallmark shop (maybe someecards might work better?). But if we think that is all the Psalms are about, we're really missing out on the big show.

The Books of Psalms are not goody bags of Bible sweeties. We don't just open up the Psalms when we're feeling a bit nibbly and grab one to enjoy on its own. They are not just King David's songs on random shuffle, but more like Handel's Messiah: the story of Jesus put together intelligently and set to music, different pieces of text and music working together to tell a story.

Just as Moses gave Israel the 5 Books of the Law, so David gave Israel the 5 Books of the Psalms, as if they were a commentary on Moses' 5 Books of the Law.

The root word in Hebrew for "psalms" can either mean "to praise" or "to be foolish". So the Psalms, like the other wisdom books, are about wisdom and folly. These are the options set before us: to praise the LORD or to be a fool, the fool being the idiot who says in his heart,"There is no God". The judgement on them is that they are corrupt, their deeds are vile; there is no one who does good (Psalm 14:1).

If the 5 Books of the Law correspond to the 5 Books of the Psalms, Book 1 of the Psalms, comprising Psalms 1 - 41, corresponds to the Book of Genesis. Psalms 1 - 4 end with the evening and in Psalm 5, it is morning again, recalling the day-night-day cycle of Genesis 1. Psalm 8 too sounds like in Eden at the end of Genesis 1.

But the Psalms not only commentate on the Books of the Law but also prophesy the future: what God has willed to happen, what Jesus is going to do. Psalm 16 for example, as is explained in Acts 2, is not about King David, but a direct prophesy about Christ. And Jesus quotes Psalm 22 on the cross,"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?". The fulfilment of Psalm 22:18, the dividing of clothing and the casting of lots for them, is described in the Gospel narratives. What happens after his death? Psalm 23 speaks of the LORD, the shepherd, who comforts the one who goes through valley of death and finally returns to the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 24 speaks of one ascending the hill of the LORD. Who is the one ascending? The LORD himself. Trinitarian tidbits.

On the cross, Jesus quotes Psalm 22:1 and Psalm 31:5. He was very probably using these 2 verses as bookends, to make his hearers think of everything between those 2 verses. He was declaring what would happen in the future even while he hung on the cross. Psalm 22:1, he is in pain but Psalm 22:23, 27 there is great praise of God. Even while he is on the cross, Jesus was saying that he would be triumphant. He wanted us to see that he knew what will happen: he knew that was not the end. His calling on the Lord was justified.

Book 2 consists of Psalm 42 - 72, dealing with liberation and escaping from slavery, very much like the Book of Exodus.

We see in this book many songs of the sons of Korah. Korah's claim to fame is a whole chapter of his misdeeds in Numbers 16 where he rebelled against God and was neatly, together with all his people and household and goods, swallowed up by the earth. But we know from Numbers 26 that the line of Korah did not die out. The sons of Korah, who should have been in the grave with their father, still lived. They are, to us, a picture of a redeemed people who do not deserve life but yet, by the grace and mercy of God, have life. From the Psalms, we see that the sons of Korah were always surrounded by trouble, but still they get really joyful. The climax, it seems, is in Psalm 49: why should I fear in times of trouble? For God will ransom my soul from the power of the grave (Psalm 49:15).

Book 2 ends with Psalm 72, a great psalm all about the remnant people and the coming of the king.

Book 3 consists of Psalms 73 - 89 and corresponds with the Book of Leviticus. These psalms were written by Levites and mostly concern priestly issues: the temple and sacrifices. Asaph's name pops up quite a bit in this book (see, eg. Psalm 74). The chap was Levite from the Korah-ite clan and a director of the singers who served in the house of the LORD. He is also described as a prophet in 2 Chronicles 29:30, because the Psalms are not just praise but also prophesy. The last Psalm in this book, Psalm 89, ends with the death of God's own chosen one (Psalm 89:45). All the levitical stuff and sacrificial stuff leads up to this: the death of messiah.

Book 4 (Psalms 90 - 106) corresponds with the Book of Numbers. Loads of desert scenery here. Psalm 90 is a prayer request of Moses. Psalm 91 is what Satan quotes to Jesus where? In the wilderness, the desert. But while Israel was faithless in the wilderness, Jesus the true king was faithful in desert; he doesn't trust Satan in the least. Psalm 106 is basically the story of the Exodus. It ends in great prayer: save us. O LORD our God and gather us from the nations that we may give thanks to your holy name.

Lastly, Book 5 (Psalms 107 - 150) corresponds with the Book of Deuteronomy. It is all about living by God's word. Deuteronomy opens with the Israelites about to enter God's land, so in parallel, Psalm 107 gives thanks that the people of God have been gathered (107:3). The prayer of Psalm 106 has been answered.

Psalm 120:5 is a tale of woe: a man in distress, living in exile not in Israel. This is rubbish, he says, I want to be in Israel. no more pagan land for me. Let's go to Jerusalem. And he starts travelling knowing that the Lord will protect him on his journey (Psalm 121). In Psalm 122:2, we see that he's gotten to Jerusalem from exile and proceeds to praise the wonder of Jerusalem rapturously. He now lifts his eyes to the holy place and starts thinking about building temple of the Lord (Psalm 132). And what more, the Messiah himself is going to go and join them in Jerusalem. Extremely cool. And Jerusalem will be their resting place forever.

It's really nice to get to the end of LOTR when the Ring is destroyed and there is peace for all peoples (and also in-jokes about Sharkey's End). It is similarly nice to wait with bated breath for the last instalment of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series coming to good bookstores near us from 12.01am on 21st July 2007, which most are sure will end with the defeat of Voldemort, the epitome of evil, and peace for all the wizarding world. For us non-literary-critic plebs who do not begrudge their popularity, these books, while they last, let us walk in other worlds and enjoy the ultimate triumph of good over evil. But when the final page has been turned and the final word has been read, and there is a sigh of satisfaction and a goodly stretch, the book is closed, goes back onto the shelf, and we go back to real life.

Keeping it real is so much more totally awesome. But in reality, we are not, neither by default nor nonchalant effort as we like to assume, on the side of the good and ultimately victorious. And if reality is about the ultimate triumph of the good God and God's people and about the destruction of evil, of those who do not acknowledge the lordship of God and do not repent of their rebellion against him, then happy endings will come only to those who choose to be wise, who choose to rely on Jesus for their salvation, who choose to be blessed:
Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
The wicked are not so,
but are like chaff that the wind drives away.

Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
for the LORD knows the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish. (Psalm 1)
If we acknowledge God as our master and trust only in Christ's blood to save us, there will be no more despairing winter, only the joy of a spring and summer to come far more marvellous than the marvellous summer of the Shire with its wonderful sunshine and delicious rain and air of richness and growth, far more yearned for than white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise. There, we shall see our Master face-to-face and dwell in his house forever.

(For now, only a pale shadow of that great summer holiday: merely the Sunday sun. Blue sky. Butterflies. Green lawn. Shady trees. Picnic basket. Red checked mat. Cold lemonade. Sandwiches. Crisps. Lemon meringue pie. Sweet cherries. Noshing, reading, sleeping. Dreaming together. Rockin' bop-abouts for the drive home.

Harry Nilsson, She Sang Hymns Out of Tune
Marbles, I Love The Summer Days
Ted Leo & The Pharmacists, The Gold Finch and The Red Oak Tree
Yoko Kanno, Dreams In A Pie
4 bonjour's parties, Satellite
Cibelle, Green Grass
Angel Tech, Slow Toy Piano
The Veils, Under The Folding Branches
The Red River, The Birds And The Boats (Hitchcock's birds?)
Julian Carax - Under The Sun (Frenchie under ze sun.)
Toy, Rabbit Pushing Mower (Too much sun means monsieur sees bunnies doing the gardening.)
Belle & Sebestian, I Know Where The Summer Goes (Cos all that sugar will give you diabetes.)
Feeder, Seven Days In The Sun (Rockit home!)
The Positions, Summer Nights (Summer in Singapore? Whatever. Clap and duetit!)

Jack Johnson? He's not here. He's out surfing, getting angsty and drinking coconut juice.

Nice but only a pale shadow.)

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Songs For Sunny Days

Lazy mornings brimming with sunshine. Slow long drives with the windows down and wind in the hair. Picnic baskets, mats and hammocks in the shade. Good friends and cold lemonade. Strawberries and cream. Blue skies and chatting. Dappled sunlight on lush grass. Pink petals floating down. Faroff birds, singing. Strumming guitars and humming. Praising the Maker Of All. Sleeping under strawhats. Being tickled by butterflies. Vast expense of green. A deaf girl in a pretty floaty summer dress, dancing. She loves a boy who lives in the Evil Empire. They are married in the summer.

(Eschatological in sentiment, not lyrics.)

There is something in
heart-bursting-with-song sunny days that always seems to point forward to the marvellous Last Day where the City of God will be lit not by the sun nor the moon but by the glory of God himself with Christ as the lamp (Revelations 21:23). But that bright and happy day for the saved will be a terrible fiery one for the damned. Since there'll surely be time enough for rest then, back to work while God still allows the sun to rise on both the evil and the good (Matthew 5:45)!

Belle & Sebastian - Another Sunny Day
The Walls - To The Bright and Shining Sun
El Perro Del Mar - It's All Good
El Perro del Mar - God Knows (You've Got To Give To Get)
Thao Nguyen - Feet Asleep (Daytrotter session)
Wilco - Blue Sky Blue
Oh No! Oh My! - Walk In The Park
Suburban Kids With Biblical Names - Trees and Squirrels
The Billy Nayer Show - Rabbits and Bears
Cats On Fire - Praying On A Sunny Day
The Be Good Tanyas - Littlest Birds
Adem - These Are Your Friends
Apples In Stereo - Benefits of Lying (With Your Friend)
Dean & Britta - The Sun Is Still Sunny
The Butterfly Explosion - Sophia
Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - Face Like Summer
Cloud Cult - The Deaf Girl Song
Peter, Bjorn & John - Young Folks
Of Montreal - Du Og Meg
Lou Reed - Perfect Day

Did you honestly think Lily Allen would be let anywhere near this mix? Cheh.

PS: All mp3s up only for limited time. Must obey God-instituted authorities, therefore, copyright etc etc.

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