Music Mondays: Local Indie Scene

I love music.

I’m the type of person who gets REALLY excited about songs that I really like. I like karaoke (videoke) singing, I sing in the car, I sing in the parking lot. When I’m out with my family, I always call shotgun because I want to be able to control what kind of music gets played in the car stereo. To add, one of my life goals is to be on Singing Bee!

Anyways, the point of this post is not to prove how much I love music but to share local music acts that I’ve recently “discovered” thanks to Vandals on the Walls’ year-end list.

All This Time – Tandems ’91

From an upbeat song, let’s move to a more melancholic one starting with BP Valenzuela’s side-project, half-lit.

Then to follow it up with,

And to end with a “happier” song by Reese Lansangan.

An artist that I love, but is not on the VOTW’s list is, no rome.

Hearing know u, he kinda sounded like The 1975, right? Or is it just me?

That’s it for today’s music post! Happy listening. :)


Take a picture you could never recreate

I want to write about music but, of all the topics, I think music is the hardest to write about. Anyhoo, here is an attempt!

Music is my first passion. I started listening to music during my early childhood days, and up to now, I am still a big fan of music. I mean, who isn’t? Who didn’t get kilig over Eraserhead’s With a Smile? Who didn’t belt their throats out over Heart’s Alone? Who didn’t sing along with the karaoke over Backstreet Boy’s I Want It That Way?

There are so many cliche’s about music, but I think you and I would both agree that music connects, music speaks to us. (Ha! Still a cliche!) Whenever I travel with friends, one of the highlights of our trip is singing our hearts out to what is playing on the stereo. I also like playing DJ whenever we go on a roadtrip. Mostly, I play OPM songs because that is what most of us can relate to, but, nothing beats boyband songs to get everybody in a singing mood. Ha ha. Also, for our iPod (which is in shuffle, btw) to play the song that exactly describes what we’re feeling as of the moment, that is considered to be one of life’s simplest pleasures, right?

So why did I want to write about music? Primarily because, I want to share with you my excitement (or fangirling) about my latest LSS, that is, Atlas Genius’ Trojans.

What I like most about this song is, first, the melody. I was being reflective on the kind of music that I like and I decided that I like the kind that makes me want to dance. Perfect example: Sandwich’s Procrastinator. Very unlikely because it is a rock song, yes? I might write about that, later.

The next (and last) thing that I like about this song is the lyrics. Very predictable things to like in a song. He he.

Take a look
Take a picture you could never recreate
Write a song
make a note
for the lump that sits inside your throat

Fits my personality much, eh? Then we go for the killer.

Take it off
Take it in
Take off all the thoughts of what we’ve been

Change the locks, change the scene
Change it all but can’t change what we’ve been

Basically, I love everything about the lyrics, but if I post all of it, that wouldn’t make much sense. So, to sum it up, I like this song A LOT because it is a sad song, with an upbeat melody! How oxymoronic! Although, if you hear how the last line was sang, the beat fades from being upbeat. Now, to make you spazz over the song as well, here it is.

Your trojan’s in my head.

Life, Music, Work

Of Note Passing and Today’s Pop Songs

A few days ago, I received a piece of almost crumpled paper from one of my co-teachers. Apparently, it was from five of my students who were passing notes with each other during class hours.

This note-passing would not be a big deal, if not for the things written on the paper. What I can remember (off the top of my head) were:

  • Need condoms, anyone?
  • Come on, let’s start this sex party!
  • Suck, lick, BJ my dick.

There are more statements like these with words such as fuck, bitches, pussy, dicks.

And did it upset me. It was appalling enough that most of what were written were from girls (girls!), but what irked me the most was the reaction of these students when I called them for further investigation. While I was reading to them all the stuff scribbled on the paper, they were laughing as if what they wrote passes off as a joke! Had I not changed the tone of my voice and had I not threatened them that I will show that trash of a paper to their parents, they wouldn’t show even a slight hint of remorse!

And Rizal said,

“Ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan.”

Before all these fiasco of note-passing happened, last weekend, I went to the mall with my mom. While I was at Watson’s buying stuff to supply my stash of toiletries, Rihanna’s Rude Boy played at the background.

Come On Rude Boy, Boy
Can You Get It Up
Come Here Rude Boy, Boy
Is You Big Enough

-Rihanna, Rude Boy

After hearing the rest of the first stanza I thought to myself, “This is what the kids are listening to nowadays? This song deliberately talks about sex!”

With this insight, you may say that they are kids, they are young, what do they know about sex, they wouldn’t be able to decipher what the song is really about, blah blah blah…  But let me tell you, do not underestimate the youth, because they know a lot more about sex than what we knew when we were of their age.

And then I thought, does today’s music have something to do with that horrifying note I received days ago?

My answer is yes.

(Do not even try to argue, because if you see a video on Swangin, whatever your counter argument is will be invalid.)

It is sad that there is little I can do about the songs played on the radio today (Think, music producers!) but as a teacher, I swear, with all of my might, that I will do whatever I can to make my students realize that sex is not something to be taken lightly.

Had I lost hope on the youth as the future of society? No. As far as I am concerned, I am still part of the youth and my profession gives me the chance to guide the younger youth to the right path and because of that, I should do well.

I rest my case.

PS. My students were given an anecdotal record about the note-passing incident.