To avoid a mess, I contain my thoughts.

Hi friends!

My band, A Minor Assistance, just digitally released an EP, “The Acceptance of Falling.”

It’s self-produced and free! So take it and share it with people you love. :]

HERE IT IS! The mp3 of the PreCon Original, Armor of Your Hands (written by Felinah Buslig, instruments by Felinah Buslig and Hans Villamayor, photo taken by Jonathan Labson, editted by Felinah Buslig through the use of PicNik).

I guess this is where I give a mini description about it. The song’s about being able to withstand whatever life throws at you and being able to fight against those who tell you that you can’t do it, just by being in God’s armor.

No arrow can pierce through

the shield of light given by You.

No matter the number of  shots I take,

the Armor of Your Hands will never break.

Through fear, they think I’ll fall,

but in Your Steel, I can face it all.   

A Place To Belong

Another song from the summer! All the stuff I write/compose sound sad. So does that makes me a sad person? That’s a rhetorical question.

I remember staying up until 4AM the day putting together and writing songs. This song was one of them.

But anyway, I meant to portray distraught feelings from being hurt by a loved one through the organs and rhodes. The drums remind me of static, meaning interference; The misdeed that was done to me came out of nowhere to me, like an interference to a relaxing, chill summer. Fortunately, these events only fuel creativity. I tried to create an orchestral effect and have the strings bring emotion, but it didn’t really come out that well. I have an affinity for bells so they tend to be in almost every song I put together.

It’s called A Place To Belong because I just wanted to find a place where everything felt alright and away from these ugly feelings and I just happen to find it in music. This song was an attempt of a safe haven of some sort.

I created a reprise in September. I might post that too.

I really want to get a roll on with writing music, but school sucks the life out of me and makes me lazy as shizz.

Galactical

I have FL Studio back for now. I wrote this song in August, polished it today while I was revisiting old creations.

The actual word is galactic, but at the time I named it Galactical because the music box and mallet sounds visualize images of stars in my head and the echoes travel to far away places. I might come back to it and add some stuff. Maybe I’ll even write some lyrics and add some vocals. I thought it was worthy of hanging it up somewhere.