It is 2017 and I’m still listening to my cassette tapes. 80s and 90s music still rock! Timeless. Touching, looking at the lyric sheet of an album as the music plays transports you to a different era. Time travelling is real.
These three are hand-me-downs, one even got a love note to my brother, hehehe. Believe it or not, these cassette tapes still sound great.
I think this is STILL the best Filipino music video I’ve ever seen.
Featuring Sugarfree’s WAG KA NANG UMIYAK. Music video by Quark Henares. Happy Sunday everyone!
The photo above was taken during ALAB NG PUSO: Stand Up For Human Rights, A Day of Art and Action for Human Rights last December 10 at the Bantayog ng mga Bayani.
Nang makita ko syang dumaan, di ko na pinalampas at hinabol ko sya. Tawag ko sa kanya sir Ebe. Napalingon sya. I asked kung pwede magpa-picture. As expected, he said yes right away. Doon daw kami sa maliwanag magpa-picture. Yung ngiti ko abot tenga. Gusto kong sabihin sa kanya na gustong-gusto ko syang magsulat ng kanta since his Sugarfree days. Gusto kong sabihin na nalungkot ako ng nasira na cassette tape ko ng first album nila na iniingat-ingatan ko. Pero ang nasabi ko lang “thank you” sa kanya. And I felt that was enough.
Here’s one of those songs that he wrote for their first album during his Sugarfree days as lead vocalist, and this was more than a decade ago. I love this song. I love everything about that first album. This song is called BURNOUT.
TRENTA (The Repeat), The Dawn’s 30th Anniversary Concert at the Music Museum, 5 November 2016, Saturday night. I thought I was going home sad when they didn’t perform my most favorite song. So when they left the stage, we screamed for more, more, MORE!!!
They came back for the encore, they performed more than one song for us. Then Jett Pangan, on lead vocals, spoke:
“This song is dedicated to each one of you who braved the traffic, who cancelled their appointments just to be here. This song is called Bikining Itim… Just kidding.”
Then he said the first word of that song and we all were happy. I wanted to cry. We wanted it longer (the show lasted for two hours) but Jett says his back hurts already. And from time to time Jett would check JB Leonor on drums (already bathing in sweat) if he’s still breathing, Francis Reyes on guitar to ask about his blood pressure, and if Carlos Balcells (on bass) had a 10-minute nap when Mon Legaspi replaced him in one or two songs. They’re getting old but they’re getting more handsome and better as they age.
“Ang gwapo nya pala sa personal,” says my friend, Joyce, who is ten years younger than me, about Jett Pangan. Jett Pangan, meanwhile, is ten years older than me. This is my second time to see them perform live in person.
Salamat, The Dawn! Loved the performance, the songs, the gimmicks, and the lights!
Me, with soon-to-be married, Joyce. Us, before the riot!
My photo from our corner of the room.
Oh God, I super love the lights. Takes me to a different world!
Letting us sit back and relax first during the first few songs and just feel the music. It was in the middle part when we were all standing and grooving.
Grabbed photo from Jett Pangan. Thank you Ms. Keyboardist (from Identity Crisis), Romel Sanchez, Carlos Balcells, JB Leonor, Jett, Mon Legaspi (from Wolfgang), and Francis Reyes for an evening to remember!
Thank you, The Dawn, for your last night’s 30th Anniversary concert at the Music Museum, Trenta (A Repeat). You made the tickets affordable, thank you. And you gave MORE than we paid for.
I’m excited for this!
So I bought these, two tickets to the concert!
The other ticket is a gift for my friend who is about to get married this December. I won’t be able to come to the wedding so I’m treating her to the concert.
She, too, is quite excited.
And this is me. It’s no longer just hoping and wishing, I have it in my hands now!
See you The Dawn!
Saw this years back when somebody posted this in Multiply which is now dead, Multiply is dead, sadly. And I stumbled upon this again in Google after typing some key words not connected to this song, a spoken song actually by Baz Luhrmann. It suddenly brought back a certain moment, when I was sitting in front of my computer, in a cubicle from one of this offices I’ve worked in, and seeing the faces again of my former colleagues and students I’ve met there. In short, because this is inspiring and I like it so much, I am posting here both the video and the lyrics.
Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
Than my own meandering experience, I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh, never mind
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth
Until they’ve faded but trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back
At photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
How much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked
You are not as fat as you imagine
Don’t worry about the future or worry that know that worrying
Is as affective as trying to solve an algebra equation
By chewing bubble gum
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
That never crossed your worried mind
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday
Do one thing every day that scares you
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours
Don’t waste your time on jealousy
Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind
The race is long and in the end, it’s only with yourself
Remember compliments you receive
Forget the insults, if you succeed in doing this, tell me how
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you wanna do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22
What they wanted to do with their lives
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t
Get plenty of calcium, be kind to your knees
You’ll miss them when they’re gone
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t
Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the ‘Funky Chicken’
On your 75th wedding anniversary
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much
Or berate yourself either
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can
Don’t be afraid of it or what other people think of it
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own, dance
Even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room
Read the directions even if you don’t follow them
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good
Be nice to your siblings, they’re your best link to your past
And the people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go
But a precious few, who should hold on
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
For as the older you get, the more you need the people
You knew when you were young
Live in New York City once but leave before it makes you hard
Live in northern California once but leave before it makes you soft
Accept certain inalienable truths
Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you, too, will get old
And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young
Prices were reasonable, politicians were noble
And children respected their elders
Respect your elders
Don’t expect anyone else to support you
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse
But you never know when either one might run out
Don’t mess too much with your hair
Or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85
Be careful whose advice you buy but be patient with those who supply it
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
From the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
And recycling it for more than it’s worth
But trust me on the sunscreen
I was watching MUSIC HERO in Eat Bulaga, a contest of teenagers strutting their stuff with their musical instruments like the drums, piano, keyboard, saxophone, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, name it, they have it. It’s a portion that I look forward to in Eat Bulaga because I love seeing musical instruments, I love music, everybody loves music. And it’s fun to discover who will be the judges for the day, the icons and tried-and-tested musicians and singers, even showbiz personalites, of our country today, such as Pepe Smith, Ney Dimaculangan, Jeffrey Hidalgo, Jay Durias, Barbie Almalbis, Mark Escueta, and so many others.
I’m not a musician, but I super admire musicians. I don’t know how to play any musical instruments but I can brag that I know good music when I hear one. I can listen to mushy and silly love songs, ethnic, heavymetal, instrumental, Hawaiian, alternative, pop, Christian, rhythm and blues, novelty, even the videoke singing of my neighbor. My ears are flexible. And if there is one thing I admire about those young guns, it’s not their musicality, it’s their lakas ng loob. I believe there are other young people out there that are musically gifted than them but just lack the lakas ng loob because of fear of losing or maybe they don’t watch TV (I know people who don’t watch TV). I observed that most of the contestants I’ve seen performed in the competition are just good, but don’t come close to greatness.
“They’re still young, what do you expect?!” I hear you say. But I’ve seen a four-year old drummer and boy, he rocks!
In MUSIC HERO, there is a young drummer that already got in as one of the finalists. He’s enthusiastic with what he’s doing, he looks good while playing the drums, there is just one irritating quality, a big one, that I don’t like about his performance: his maniacal desire for speed. Each time, he would play his drums so fast, literally “strutting” his stuff, or just an arrogant display of skills in drum-playing despite him, smiling. I wasn’t happy. I love the drums. If I had time and resources, I would love to learn the drums. I just feel he’s lucky he got in because… there is no one better anyway. The finalists are in equal footing with one another. Too bad that each time this boy was on the stage, there was a different set of judges. I hope Mark Escueta was there, to give him a bit of advice. Jay Durias did that, when he judged the other set of contestants. He gave observations. But the second time he judged in MUSIC HERO, all he said was all positive but you can see by the look of his face that he did not enjoy the performances. (I don’t know if the production advised the judges to be kind and encouraging, to not be Simon Cowell, and just keep the real score to themselves.)
The teenaged drummer has it: talent. But he lacks soul. It was all porma. It was yabang pero walang angas. An impressive drum-playing doesn’t need to be fast, full of exhibitions to impress the judges. What I want to hear is good music, that’s all.
This solo drum performance by Mike Portnoy shows the right way. He’s doing what he feels he’s good at, you could feel that his body and the drum set are one, you could feel the rhythm, and because of that, I feel emotionally connected to him, to his drums that I feel empowered without knowing why. To the young ones who are already proud that they know how to play the drums, that they’re rockstars, maybe there is more to learn by watching this best solo drum performance I’ve ever seen by Mike Portnoy. (Thanks to Allen Uy who introduced me to him ancient’s ago.)
This is my all-time favorite Counting Crows song from their second album, Recovering the Satellites (1996). Happy birthday, Adam Duritz, who turned 52 yesterday.
It was in 2000, just when they have disbanded that I bought my first cassette tape of Rage Against the Machine and that album was “Battle of Los Angeles.” It’s just nice to reminisce the music that I listened to when I was younger. Thanks Zack de la Rocha (vocalist), Tim Commerford (bassist), Tom Morello (guitars), and Brad Wilk (drums) for leaving us with your music which I can revisit anytime. Here is one of their earliest songs, from 1991.
BARBIE’S CRADLE. I was there, during their mall concert in Robinsons Galleria. Barbie is so cute and pretty and petite, we have the same height! (January 2001)
Ten Club, official fan club of Pearl Jam, sent me guitar picks and stickers instead. (Circa 1998)
Oh yes, I collected their three albums, from Frogstomp, to Freak Show, to Neon Ballroom. But you have to send money to receive any Silverchair stuff or you have to be an official member of their fan club. I just contented myself with this postcard they sent from Australia.
This picture was sent by the Eraserheads through snail mail. (Circa 1997)
Autographs by the Eraserheads
The drawings were done by Nathan Azarcon. I was the happiest girl in the world when I received this through mail with an accompanied newsletter or schedule of Rivermaya’s gigs. (Circa 1994)
What they looked like before. I think Mark Escueta is one of the best Filipino drummers around. Saw him in a concert before, during 1898 Kalayaan at the Folk Arts Theatre in June 1996. This picture is circa 1995.
The year was 1995. I remember I just came from my C.A.T. when I saw this mail for me from Rivermaya. This is the penmanship of Bamboo. The art he was talking about was this encaustic that I made for the band.
Circa 1997, from Rivermaya, a postcard inviting me to a concert at the Cuneta Astrodome.
Fatal Posporos, an all-female band from UP. Heartfelt messages from Annette and Donna (Circa 2000)