Mabuti pa ang mga surot, laging mayrong masisiksikan
Mabuti pa ang bubble gum, laging mayrong didikitan
Mabuti pa ang salamin, laging mayrong tumitingin
Di tulad kong laging walang pumapansin
Last night's concert was a dream come true for people like me who grew up listening to Eraserheads, and never seeing them live since I lived islands away from Manila. (As a matter of fact, I can't remember them holding a national concert tour.)
No, I don't have their cassette tapes, nor CD's. (Only an anthology album, and that wasn't even mine, it's my sister's.) I don't have posters, I hardly even know anything about the individual members (at least not until college) to consider me a hardcore fan during their prime years.
I was a fan because of the songs. Radio and TV airplay was enough to suck me in. And yes, they defined my generation.
One time I got to reading an old article from Kule that one dude actually enrolled in UP just because the Eheads were UPians. I found it funny that someone would actually let a band dictate a factor in his future. Then again, you can't go wrong with UP anyway.
Interestingly enough, if say you play 6 degrees of separation and try to connect me with any of the band members, you'll find that I have more than one connection. :D
Despite the fact that this event was something of an accomplishment for me (ie, another box ticked off from my things-to-do-before-you-die list.) It wasn't the greatest thing ever. I dunno. I doubt it was because I didn't actually got to see the stage. (We saw everything from the screen) or maybe it was, but just a little.
The whole thing seemed a little sad. Maybe it was an atmosphere as a result of Francis M.'s death? Possibly. But Ely Buendia seemed like he had one of the most saddest faces on earth.
I was extremely glum when it was over, and even before it was over. I admit, I was kinda having a slight headache at the time. I felt a little irritated even. Signs would be, I talk less (as opposed to saying something with a tone I might regret.) and I want to be alone.
I felt a little better during the ride home. But still really tired.
Don't get me wrong, it's still something I'll never forget though. No doubt it was still epic, despite my mood.
Who would've thought that something as simple as a blue shell could urge me so much to blog again?
I certainly didn't. But I'm too distraught to NOT talk about it.
Ever since I joined a performing org, I've had reason to bring out the my quirkiness, and accessorize.
And just last month (just exactly a month, if I'm not mistaken) I found a really pretty necklace with a blue shell as a pendant. I wouldn't put it down, fearing that someone else might take it before I finally decide. So in the end I bought it, and I've been a happy shopper ever since. The way I describe it as a "blue shell" might sound ordinary to you, but I was never good with flowery descriptions. What I can say is that I like that pendant since it was simple enough for casual jewelry and elegant enough for formal wear. It was simply PRETTY to look at. I wasn't wearing for people to see; I wore it because I liked seeing it myself, all the time. Parang naging agimat ko nga yun eh. I kept holding and rubbing it unconsciously.
And well today, the last time my hand reached for it, I couldn't feel it anymore. I looked down and poof! Shell not there. :(
I'm not a very expressive person, but you can't imagine the degree of depression I'm having over it.
Usually with circumstances like this, concerning things not of great importance to life (by great, I really mean life-altering), I've learned to be bum about for a good second (or minute, it depends) then get over it, realizing instantly the fact that "hey, it already happened, can't do nothing about it anymore, no use moping."
But I want to mope now! It's been a long time since I lost trust in society, (was even heightened during New Year's Day; but that's a completely different story) But you know I'm desperate when I actually had some inkling of hope that I still might find it lying where I most probably lost it. (Asa, sab, asa.) What's weird is that the other night, I actually examined it, and wondered when I would finally lose or break it. I'm not at all clairvoyant, mind you. I just know that I have bad experiences with material things, particularly accessories, that I like. They never stay long with me, as long as I would've wanted. They get lost, broken, misplaced, ruined or even "stolen". I expected the shell to suffer the same fate, but I didn't think it would happen so soon!
I hope by the time I'm done with this, I'll be done moping too. At least this way, if I can't have the shell, I'll have the memory of it, forever published in this blog and my back-up files. :p
And since this is my music blog, my compulsory song for the day is "I Want You So Bad" by the female rock tandem of Heart. "Alone" is still a better track than this in their 1987 album "Bad Animals", but this one's on constant replay too in my current playlist.
What's interesting is that I also noticed that the exact phrase is also in two other songs I've been listening to. The Across The Universe (Dana Fucsh, T.V. Carpio) version of the Beatles' "I Want You" and Maroon 5's "Secret".
And if it isn't obvious by now, " I-want-it-so-bad" is exactly how I feel about my pendant. (OA much?)
I swear, I going to Cebu to look for a replacement shell. :p
When the wind blows through your hair I want you so bad, want you so bad Oh I wonder if you're aware I want you so bad I wonder if you care
I never thought this would happen to me I want you so bad, bad I want you so bad
.:: I Want You So Bad - Heart ::.
When the wind blows through your hair
I want you so bad, want you so bad
I see your smile boy everywhere
I want you so bad, want you so bad
I never thought this could happen to me
If Ive fallen over you
Would it be so bad, would it be so bad
Every nights an eternity
I want you so bad, want you so bad
I never thought this could happen to me
I want you so bad, bad
When the wind blows through your hair
I want you so bad, want you so bad
Oh I wonder if youre aware
I want you so bad
I wonder if you care
I never thought this would happen to me
I want you so bad, bad
I want you so bad
I want you so bad
I want you so bad
"I'll Be Your Man" has proven to me that it is possible to be really really attracted to a song. From that guitar intro, to that drum beat, to that voice; that whole combination made me say "woah you so sexy, hell yes you can be my man" immediately after listening to the song for the first time.
And if you know me well, you know how rarely this happens; me declaring my love for the world to know, so you know it is a big deal.
I will forever be infatuated with this song.
Time get tough, oh they get tougher
Hold on to me, I got you darling yeah
'Cause I'm the one who's gonna show
When there's nobody
You can't tell me you don't miss me girl
I think I might know you too well,
I wonder what you'd say if you knew
That I was coming tonight
I want you, can't you tell?
It's really hard for me to categorize everything that interests me, especially in music since there's hardly anything I'm not willing to try and listen to. For as long as my ears don't deem a sound as noise, I'll take it.
Songs I feature in my blog may seem a bit dated. I realize that each day, I discover and "recover" old songs more than new ones. In fact, I hardly know what's in the charts today.
I hope that by this blog, I can help people discover the varied music of the world! [05.12.2006]
