The Missing Page

From The Desk of Louiie Victa
10.30.2008
3:37 AM – Pacific Standard Time

I don’t know where all this began. I remember it was last Friday when Bill came to me. I thought I was hallucinating that I was seeing little imaginary people (it was in fact, Halloween in a few days time). I tried to shrug off my first sightings of him, but this little guy was relentless. He appeared in my shower, in my kitchen, in my car, in my dreams, in my bed… in short, EVERYWHERE. I couldn’t avoid Bill, so I decided to keep him company. He was definitely good company anyways, especially when it comes to drinking. ;)

He said he was weary from his travels. It appeared to me that he was quite sad about something. I tried to ask him what the whole matter was, but he wouldn’t really spill any details. He just told me that he needed MORE BEER! And so, Bill and I became alcoholics for the week.

The last time I saw him, he was watching me mix down a song in my studio, and he told me that the lyrics really were heartfelt. He turned around and reached into his pint sized luggage, then handed me a page which he tore off his journal. “You have to weave this in with your song”, he said. And with that, he walked away.

I thought the little guy was just going downstairs to get more beer, but he was nowhere to be found. I guess his time with me was over and he’s off to another place, looking for a brand new adventure like all traveling gnomes do. The rolling stone, indeed, gathers no moss, and I’m pretty sure he’ll have a blessed journey in the days yet to come.

When I got back into my studio to finalize my mix, I read the folded up piece of paper that Bill gave me. I was surprised that it was a journal entry about a heartbreak that he recently endured. I read on, and on, and on… His words explained a lot about his sadness, and perhaps why he tore up that picture of his lady friend, as Jammi mentioned last week. I was so consumed by the amount of feelings that he wrote down... it was almost as if I felt my own heart being torn into pieces. It was apparent to me that the shape of this gnome’s broken heart was no different that that of a human being. The concept of love and loss apply to all of us, and are universal after all…

“Weave this in with your song”, he told me. I tried to break his story into lyrics but that didn’t do it any justice. I had to do something to preserve the tangible feelings in the words from his journal, so I decided to let his words shine until the last two verses, which I lifted from my own break-up song which I've written in Filipino. The following audio clip is Bill’s unedited journal entry, which I read against the melody of the song I was working on entitled Paruparo sa Dilim.

This one is for you, Bill. I truly hope you will find love again.
Video is blank. Could not upload the audio in any other way...enjoy the song folks. :)