A Trip to Sound City








We were just kids... with nothing to lose and nowhere to call home. But we had these songs. And we have these dreams..

Those were the first few lines from Sound City and I know right then that I will be hooked. 

Ate Pet suggested that I should see this documentary film about music & recording and the fact that I am into any kind of music, it got me so stoked. Heck yeah, it boosted my curiosity even more when I was informed that Dave Grohl was the one who directed it. Please don't throw stones at me, though but I didn't know that he was a part of Nirvana before. Well, I knew Kurt Cobain (and his death) but... hahahaha okay, I may not be a major fan and My Hero might have to be the only Foo song that I know by heart but I do know he's this kick-ass lead singer of The Foo Fighters and that is enough reason for my hype. 

The film is absolutely awesome.

(Note: I'll try to minimize the spoilers, if you still have not seen the film. But not going to promise anything. Heh. Proceed at your own risk.)


Good Ol' Days (The Script - #3 World Tour - Live In Manila 2013 Recap)

April 16th, 2011. The date The Script first set foot on Manila's concert stage. How could I ever forget the date when it's two days before my birthday and I, for some inevitable circumstances, missed it. From that day on, I promised to myself that I won't miss their next show if they ever decided to come (or the producers decide to bring them) back.

Having said that, one can never imagine the happiness that I have felt when it was announced sometime at the last quarter of last year that the Philippines is included on their #3 World Tour. Took no chances. Bought the ticket as early as December even though the show is not until March 31st. To be honest I could not care less which seat (I had a GA ticket, by the way. Friends are supposed to come with me but... Demi... anyway..) to choose. All I know and wanted back then is to be able to finally experience them perform live.

And so the day finally came.

As expected, the venue was jam-packed. Every person in there is apparently just as stoked as I am. While waiting for them to play, I was busy sending SMS to pals at the venue (I even joked about why The Cab is still not playing, lol, with reference to last year's Maroon 5's Overexposed World Tour) and praying that Kellan (the phone)'s battery would last until the end of the show for I still have to record some parts and call/cellcast a couple of friends who were not able to be at the venue. It is the least that I could do to make them happy and somehow get them to share the experience since BIS is so messed up I could not do live-tweets (for the Twitter pals).

Then the best friend and her friend has arrived (glad to have company! Though I wouldn't mind too if I'm to see it alone. Like I said, it is more of the music that's got me into actually going. And nobody/nothing can ever stop me from going.). And then the lights went off, the crowd roared.... IT'S ON.

First song on the list is Good Ol' Days. I actually was not able to keep track of the set list because I was just enjoying the moment, singing my heart out with them.

It is so hard to choose one favourite moment from the concert because there are a lot! I'd have to actually list them down in no particular order.

  • I could not help but squeal every single time that Danny jumps/goes off the stage and into the crowd. Bunch of lucky girls. Ughhh haha. I hope he's okay from all the grabbing and touching, though. (Be more careful next time, 'm boy!)
  • The Man Who Can't Be Moved is actually the first Script song that I ever get to like my heart swelled with joy when they played it and I get to sing it with them. And of course, there's Breakeven.
  • My most adored song off #3, If You Could See Me Now, almost put me into tears. Could totes relate. It is beautiful. (Whereas Talk You Down is my favourite off The Script, and Science and Faith off of the album of the same name. And they have performed these two as well!)
  • Could not hear all the banters clearly (we are too far), but totally enjoyed it when the guys drank beer(?) onstage.
  • The Easter Bunnies and the tweet photo. These Irish lads are going to kill me. Just too adorbs.

  • What would you feel when Danny is personally singing Nothing to you over the phone? I know, the song is too heartbreaking but when he's asked the fans to call a loved one and then he grabbed the phone of that lucky fan at the VIP.. to actually do that.... I.. that is just way too sweet.
  • The set list is perfect. I mean, I may not have experienced all the heartbreaks and could not relate to everything literally but those songs are special to me. This is one of my favourite bands ever, showcasing their awesomeness onstage I could not help but just admire everything despite Danny's minor voice issues. The stress from the tour is probably setting in, but what do I say, he is so fing talented. So are Mark Glen, and Ben.
  • The confetti at the (first) encore of which is like making a statement of how grand the event was.

What has made me love them even more is how they could not say no the the Filipino spectators chanting " We want more! We want more!" and nicely put up another encore after an encore. It was just one song (Good Ol' Days).. but still that is too nice of them. I personally felt special. *wink* I say Manila is so loved and is very special.

Surely, a The Script show is one for the records and not to be missed. I am definitely seeing them again if they ever come back. ;-)

And I guess this song has summed up the whole event...

"We'll remember this night when we're old and gray 'cause in the future, this will be the good ol' days..."

And it was not just good, it was the best. Definitely a night to remember.

Happy Easter!
(And April Fool's, too)

Thunder Chases The Storm Away

I can't remember feeling heavy with emotions until last Monday when I was deciding (probably even over-thinking)  over some important stuff that will make a vast change in my life in the next few years. The storm in my mind and heart has already passed though it still has some drizzles in there but I can manage it better now and going back, it felt liberating and satisfying.

I believe God has a way of showing His love and support to us and I don't know, maybe at that time he's used this awesome band dude to relay His message to me.

Joseph Thunder of The Cab (one of my favourite bassists aside from Urbandub's Lalay Lim) has been active on a social networking site called Twitter and I am well aware how he can be really kind, replying to tweet messages and all and maybe because of my overflowing emotions due to the stressful long day, I had the courage to message him. Well I have tweeted him and other artists before, messaged them random things, but it was the first time to ask something rather personal.

I am in between of hoping and not hoping for an answer. What happened next, though is completely not what I ever imagined that would happen. Blackberry notifications has been a pain in the arse, too that night that I didn't see it right away. And I can't believe my own eyes when I read:

"No, all you need is to little your fears and enjoy what you are able to; Change and work towards self happiness. #ibelieveinu"

I didn't expect to get such response from the man.  It has caught me off guard that he did get to see the message despite a number of mentions that he usually get, and because I have actually already deleted my initial message saying "Needing a word of encouragement from you now :(" because I just felt like it's too much to ask. I mean, yes I am feeling so down that night, but it's not like he has to care or something. I know being a fan has its limitations. He barely even know me. He obviously isn't having enough sleep (or so he's said on his previous tweets). Those kind of stuff were in my head.

What's even surprised me was when I sent my thank you reply to that inspiring message to which he's answered:

"I'm here with open ears and eyes when needed."

I felt like crying just then.

What the heck is going on with the world?? I just can't believe it. Maybe it is something one dis say to make the other person feel better, or maybe he's being too nice or he's being stressed out too that he could relate to my misery that night (morning in theirs)....? I'm running out of reasons and I guess this is a case of letting things be the way it is.

And. It's not even kilig (how does one translate this in english? Uhm.. Fangirl feels, is it?) that I'm feeling anymore but total respect to the guy.

I remember reading an interview/article about how much of a responsibility (whether they like it or not) is being given to a public person; of how  huge the power of every action, every word spoken were. For even the small acts of shaking hands, the hugs... You can make one's day. For every little "Hi" and "Hello", even a smiley/emoji reply can be a continuous torture to their friends because it's like months and years would pass and they are never going to hear the end of it and it's totally fun. Who wouldn't want to get recognize by the people they look up to, right? One should realise that there has to be a thin line between the idols' personal lives and public lives, though. But yeah, a fan can dream.

To the artists, it maybe just words, but to the supporters, it is a kind of advice that'll get you through the darkest times of your lives. I am way thankful that I chose to support someone whose utilizing such power. Joey ain't a superhero but in the hearts of the people that he's touched for being his random self, he's special.

I am not sharing this to brag or anything. I am doing this because it meant something to me and he's helped me get over (kind of) from that "down" moment that night; that it has made me realise a couple of things and I hope that whoever gets to read this could see what I am trying to mean.

Now I have made that life-changing decision that's been bothering me in the past days/weeks and it felt... glorious. I can't elaborate but I am working on it and I can honestly say that I am on my way to that self happiness that Joey's mentioned. Slowly and surely.

As for being a fan, I vowed to support this man through thick and thin. He's inspired me through a lot of ways maybe he is not even aware of (if he's to read this then he'd know lol). He is a constant reminder to pursue things that would make us happy, things that would take us to a world that is completely ours (in his case as I have observed apart from touring/playing bass was when he's onto his sketching and stuff, things that apparently he enjoys the most); I believe he's going to be a great family man someday for he's surrounded by great people: the ever supportive and groovy family, and a very loving girlfriend (I personally think that they are meant to be together because they bring out the best in each other) and best friends; I admire how he can be nerdy with thangs (comics and gaming), be an arse lol, goof around, be a wise adviser, a loving best friend (Salt and Pepper forever.) ... be himself anytime and anywhere. He made me realize that we don't have to try to look too good, to always speak the best words, to try to impress people... we just got to be ourselves. And with that he's got my full respect.

I haven't gotten the chance to meet him yet but I'd thank him personally if I can (that's if they ever come back to Manila) and I vow to support him (The Cab and his other causes) because he deserved it.


PS: Song that's on repeat as of this post is Love At First Sight by The Brobecks just because. Yaseewhatididinthere? Laters!

You Should Date A Girl Who Reads

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You'll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She's the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That's the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She's the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she's kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author's making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce's Ulysses she's just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It's easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she's going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She'll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she's sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn't burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you're better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.


Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

 — Rosemarie Urquico

Read this quotation over Goodreads and.. it is very well put I could not agree more. ;-)

The Thing With Goodbyes

I admire those who could change their contact numbers so often without worrying about not being able to communicate with their friends from the previous one; Delete their Twitter/Facebook accounts with a certain ease. Much more to those who can resign from their jobs easily to pursue another one like it is as easy as just changing clothes.

Because I can't.

I'm never really good at goodbyes. I find it hard to stay away for long even when asked to. I live and enjoy the present, but "People are in love with the past", or so Pete Wentz has said, and I guess I am one of those people.

I have a so-called attachment problem, which may not be romantically, but nonetheless, a relationship problem. And no one is to blame but myself, because even in a short span of time, I let them get in; I let them "scar" me, be it in a good or a bad way.

That is why there's the last song syndrome, because we can't get enough of the beauty of one song our mind keeps on repeating it. That is why after reading a great book, we rant about it (blog about it), force/encourage our friends to read it for weeks. On worse cases, years (why, hello Harry Potter).

Sometimes we can't help but say to ourselves, I wish I was selfish enough to leave the past behind and think of a better future if I'd just have courage to move on with my life. I wish I was brave enough to say goodbye. To let go of the things, of people. But the past reminds us of the times when we're happy, things we wish we still have now... if only we aren't stupid enough to not to hold on and fight for it before. Moments we wished to be in for long.. because we think it is the best that we had. It also reminds us of the bad times, which also happen to be our very motivation to move forward.

So, some of my colleagues are resigning from the job for reasons I think I won't be elaborating in here, and that's how it should be. I am going to miss them terribly but that's also how it should be.

I will miss getting interrupted while singing in bed, them singing along to Ida Maria's Quite Nice People with me.

I'll miss our late night fun hangs, the heart-to-heart talks before going to bed.

The food stalls at the MRT stations will never be the same, for it will forever remind me of the times when we woke up late missing the staff service vehicle we had to commute... ending up two hours late for work because we'd go trying out every food that we see.

I will miss bullying Ivy Gene. Well, I still can but it wouldn't be the same without Kezia backing me up and vice versa.

But hey, it's not like we will not be able to talk and see each other again, yes? And we have shared some bonding moments that will be a part of that treasured past now. It won't affect/hurt us if we won't let it. So let's not let it, right? (Right, Kellan Kyle, thank you for reminding me, babe. Chos.)

I guess there really will come a point in our lives when we'll realise... It's time. And there's good in goodbyes.

Better days ahead.

Of Band Dudes, Books and Happy Endings​

I suppose it is too early to make a review of the book that's consumed most of my free (even the not-so-free time, but sshh that's just between the two of us. Who can resist the Kellan Kyle, anyway? Keira can't. So do I.) time because the book it is just a few days old/fresh from its release (March 5th), so I'll do what I do best and that is to randomly share my general views about it... in a very non-spoiler-ish way, hopefully. I suck at making one, anyway. And I guess let us just leave the formal review to the Goodreads people. ;-)



I admire S.C. Stephens for coming up with a character that is so well-characterized he seemed real. Maybe it is Keira's constant adoration of his features, or just the fact that band dudes are so dear to my heart and music is one of my favourite things in the world that has made Kellan Kyle (and the whole series) likeable. It has been mentioned on my previous posts that I have issues regarding this series because of its genre, and it is the first of its kind that I have read but perhaps it has made me grow up. A bit. And has helped me (kind of) understand a couple of things. Uh.. Personal, "sexual" things.

I am forever curious about the behind-the-scenes of touring, the bands involved and the loved ones that they have (temporarily) left because it is what their job entails and it delighted me that this book has offered as much from the small gigs to the tour line up and backstage actions. That is just rad.

It has introduced me to this love that is flawed but was tested by life and all its crap making it strong with full trust on both parties.

Kellan Kyle, to me, is one of the best book boyfriends that has ever been introduced to life. I may not have an actual boyfriend with him setting this high standard. (Hahahaha nah, I believe I'll get to meet my very own version of Kellan Kyle in time.) He's just too sweet and loyal.. and hot.. and caring. Just the ideal mix of the fun, wit, talent (music), good and bad.

I'm not going to lie, I hated Keira Allen for most of the times circa Thoughtless. But the character has matured throughout the book and she became a really fine, understanding woman. A caring sister. A supportive lover. Someone our Kellan deserved to have.

Lastly, I may be a sucker for happy endings. Inasmuch as tragic endings and twists put me in awe, it warms my heart to know that despite everything that has happened, everything will eventually fall into its right places. And everyone will live happily, as we all (some secretly) wish to be. Who doesn't want to achieve the ultimate happiness, yes? Admit it, we want that happiness. We need it, we yearn for it. We continuously search for it... in any media or form; in material stuff; from people; from the attention those people could give us. Most of the times we are never satisfied which makes us human as human can be. We may not know where the search will lead us and when but yes, it will definitely happen when it is due: with the right people, the right time and place. Dang I sounded sappy and cliche-ish on that one but that's the truth.

And Keira has found it with Kellan. (Lucky biatch haha. Kidding. I love those two. Forever shipping KK.)

To end this may I quote (and hope not to spoil) S.C. Stephens, summing up the whole Thoughtless series and life in general..

"Passion, friendship, love, loyalty, trust... if you found the right person.. you really could have it all."

Happy reading!

This Is (Not) An Album Review: A MESSENGER - Colton Dixon

I don't think this would classify as a review but as per usual, my little online home is all about my thoughts being put into words and I just want to share my random blurbs pertaining to this album that has been on massive repeat on my player in the past month. Let's just say I am doing my part of the "deed"; and that is, to glorify Him in ways that I can (which in this case, through writing/blogging.). A quick fact/reminder, though: one doesn't need to be a Born Again Christian to fully appreciate such songs. I am a Christian/Roman Catholic, by the way. Not that religion should divide us, really, it doesn't matter a lot at least to me. I believe our relationship with the One above is more important than anything else. So shall I start?

What's Inside....

xx


Me Before You
November 9
P.S. I Still Love You
To All the Boys I've Loved Before
These Inconvenient Fireworks
Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes
Six Earlier Days
Are We There Yet?
Confess


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“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.”
- George R.R Martin