Me and my younger sister Joie last night saw the Manila leg of the Irish pop band Boyzone world tour and farewell concert. And since the songs they performed were so familiar to my ears, the general feeling after seeing the whole show was like catching up with an old bunch of friends who visited me and my sister after a very long time.
i admit, i love their songs…
I had the ultimate fun watching Ronan, Shane, Mikey and Keith perform! The show was no longer about their youth, no longer about their looks and no longer about the winking of their eyes to the screaming audience. The concert was more about their music, it was more about their friendship and it was more about their appreciation towards their fans and the audience in this side of the planet. And the feel-good vibe kind of interaction with the audience was very delightful. It was more of a grown-up affair.
Since this now-mature boyband amassed numerous hit songs (unlike bands with only one or two recognizable songs throughout their repertoire), a Boyzone concert will always be sulit (translation: a good deal and worth every penny) that the audience paid for. I and my sister were actually singing along all throughout the show!
Boyzone may no longer be a boy-band that get their fans’ hormones intensely soaring but since their music will always be part of my past, this Irish pop group seem to have transformed into some bunch of good old friends who has been gone for quite some time.
dahil early bird, photo op muna!
At dahil piling ko prends ko sila, gusto ko na silang utangan.
To test if you’re a fan and love Broadway musicals, you would be able to finish watching and listening to this non-sense of a product face-cleanser commercial.
But if you just stopped and suddenly scrolled down or continue with web surfing while in the middle of this Olay commercial, it only signifies that watching at least 1 Broadway musical will never be or has never been in your bucket list.
I bet you watched the whole thing! I’ve seen the commercial and finished it 3 times. And I can’t wait to wash my face!
No one deserves to be forgotten…no one deserves to fade away…
I totally agree with this song!
I am actually dedicating this song to Cupid who seem to have run out of arrows and have forgotten to strike someone who is supposed to be my mate and life companion. My goodness! I seem to have disappeared in Cupid’s memory, mind and consciousness! Hahaha!
Let me also dedicate this song to St Anthony, the miracle worker who assists people in finding their true love. My name must have disappeared from St Anthony’s long and complicated list! That is why I am dedicating this song to him. Mwahaha!
But seriously, this song is massively inspiring. It has a very touching sets of lyrics! I love it for it advocates the value of being valued and remembered
It has been more than a week that I have returned after a solo travel in Istanbul. I don’t know if I am to share my awesome experiences in this blog or keep it to myself and be selfish about how it is to be in magnificent Turkey.
While contemplating the thought on whether or not to share my breathtaking journey, I would like to thank Sam Smith’s music for keeping me sane during the lengthy travel time from Manila to Istanbul via Seoul, South Korea. It was a crazy 15 hour flight with 5 hours layover at Incheon Airport each way!
Here is my favorite track in Sam Smith’s recently released album:
I am more keen (of course) on writing about my Turkey journey. It’s just that my experiences were all so beautiful and colorful, I actually don’t know where to start. The title of this song is so like my travel to Turkey, “Baby, You Make Me Crazy”!!!
Have you ever been introduced to a poignant and beautiful lullaby while reading a novel? And have you ever tried searching and listening to that music inscribed in such book? I was and I did.
Thanks to young Elio, the main character in the book Call Me By Your Name, for he introduced me to Fenesta Ca Lucive, an old, sad and touching Neapolitan song. As soon as I finished reading the pages where Fenesta Ca Lucive was penned, I dropped the book and took my Ipad. I searched the song and this is what it was…
Chiagneva sempe ca durmeva sola Mo dorme co’ li muorte accompagnata She always wept because she slept alone, Now she sleeps among the dead
While listening to this beautiful lullaby, I took the book and re-read the portion where it was portrayed. The music gave a different sensation. It suddenly gave the novel I was reading a brighter color. Though, I don’t understand a single word of the song, the music is so haunting, it felt like I was in the streets of Rome witnessing the tenderness, passion and the imminent despair of the main character.
I was a little upset when two Facebook friends posted the viral video of A-ha singing a new and acoustic version of Take On Me during their recent gig on MTV Unplugged. Both FB friends by the way (though they don’t know each other) are like me. Both were teenagers and grew up in the ‘80s.
I was a little upset because for me an excellent song that has turned into a classic, Take On Me, must never be moved. As the saying goes, don’t fix it if ain’t broke. And since I have the twisted tendency of letting myself indulge into my being a distressed, I tried watching the video.
But to my surprise, I actually loved the rebooted form of the song. Take On Me in its acoustic version seem to have been stripped naked and the genuine beautiful colors of the song has been exposed. The song suddenly became more sincere and the exquisiteness of the lyrics embedded beneath the upbeat electronic synthesizers seem to have finally been uncovered.
I have never been so moved the way I am now moved by the acoustic form of A-Ha’s Take On Me. Only now was I able to digest and appreciate the beauty of the song’s lyrics. If the original version goes with the saying don’t fix it if ain’t broke, the acoustic version lives by the saying perfect is the enemy of good.
The new version does not just deserve to be shared only by two of my Facebook friends it is worthy of being imparted and listened to by all folks which ever era that they may have been born.
The Filipino translation for the word “beast” is halimaw. And halimaw is how I would describe the strength, depth and power of the singing voice of Morisette Amon during her participation in the recent Asian Song Festival held somewhere in South Korea.
This kind of a Filipina beast simply slayed it! This was such a phenomenal performance. Her pure talent is out of this world! And she looks absolutely gorgeous in that video!
What is so surprising with this number is that I was less impressed by her whistling capability. Maybe it’s because a number of good singers can do the whistle. I was more impressed and surprised by the unique squeaking sound that her voice makes. That is so rare and exclusively Morisette. That squeak would most probably be the most beautiful squeaking sound that I’ve ever heard.