nuki's uchi!
Friday, December 05, 2003
" 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.."
I couldn't think of anything to listen to last night, so I decided on playing Metallica's Black Album
, starting off with "Sad But True" ("Sad patrol" to the lugaw utak boys). Ms. B&B said "iba talaga ang tunog ng guitars ng metallica no?". So we ate dinner while listening to the whole album. Much to our amusement, our little boy, headbanged along with the music, lip-synching with the songs, with his matching trademark "I got this from mom" angst face. But hey, the kid can tell if it's a good song, he knows when a song has a good beat or riff. Seems like he inherited his parents love for music. As early as now, I'm wondering what instrument he'll eventually take to playing. Or maybe if he'll grow up to be a singer or lead man for a band, (he loves to sing). Hearing him and his mom singing together makes my day.
Which brings me to what brought me to write this entry. While on the commute home, Ms. B&B and me were talking about our good friend leigh-cheri. Leigh-cheri used to be my band mate, our very own Alanis. Hell, if not for her, Alanis wouldn't have been that big a hit. Anyways, Ms. B&B was asking me if I didn’t' want to continue with my "musical" career or dream. I told her, as of now it's not my priority anymore.
The dream is still there, coming out with your own album, writing and performing songs, hearing your songs played over the radio, or hearing other people sing you songs. But the real satisfaction is playing in front of a live audience, performing. Nothing beats that, just playing music. I occasionally get that itch, to play. That's why I did some session work with friends. An acoustic gig here, playing in a loyalty awards night program for a pharmaceutical company.
I remember leigh-cheri's first gig with our band, she wasn't nervous at all. Come our second gig, she was pacing back and forth, nervous as hell. I asked her why? She didn't know why, she just was. She screamed at me, "p0^@ ka! ba't ikaw di ka ba kinakabahan?" I told her "No". "AAAAAAHHHH!!!" she screamed back at me.
Don't get me wrong, I do get cold hands before a performance, I feel tense, I fear I might make a mistake or make a fool of myself. But I still can't wait for our turn to play. I usually just try to relax before playing, not thinking of failing or making mistakes. Hey I saw great musicians make mistakes while playing live, and they just laugh it off. Kung sila nga nagkakamali, ako pa? (My favorite "oops! mali yung chord ko" face goes to Francis Reyes of The Dawn)
Do I still want to play? Do I miss having a band? YES. I'm just waiting for somebody to ask me.
(Sidenote: I'll be playing this 29th of December, at a wedding of a very good friend)
I couldn't think of anything to listen to last night, so I decided on playing Metallica's Black Album
, starting off with "Sad But True" ("Sad patrol" to the lugaw utak boys). Ms. B&B said "iba talaga ang tunog ng guitars ng metallica no?". So we ate dinner while listening to the whole album. Much to our amusement, our little boy, headbanged along with the music, lip-synching with the songs, with his matching trademark "I got this from mom" angst face. But hey, the kid can tell if it's a good song, he knows when a song has a good beat or riff. Seems like he inherited his parents love for music. As early as now, I'm wondering what instrument he'll eventually take to playing. Or maybe if he'll grow up to be a singer or lead man for a band, (he loves to sing). Hearing him and his mom singing together makes my day.
Which brings me to what brought me to write this entry. While on the commute home, Ms. B&B and me were talking about our good friend leigh-cheri. Leigh-cheri used to be my band mate, our very own Alanis. Hell, if not for her, Alanis wouldn't have been that big a hit. Anyways, Ms. B&B was asking me if I didn’t' want to continue with my "musical" career or dream. I told her, as of now it's not my priority anymore.
The dream is still there, coming out with your own album, writing and performing songs, hearing your songs played over the radio, or hearing other people sing you songs. But the real satisfaction is playing in front of a live audience, performing. Nothing beats that, just playing music. I occasionally get that itch, to play. That's why I did some session work with friends. An acoustic gig here, playing in a loyalty awards night program for a pharmaceutical company.
I remember leigh-cheri's first gig with our band, she wasn't nervous at all. Come our second gig, she was pacing back and forth, nervous as hell. I asked her why? She didn't know why, she just was. She screamed at me, "p0^@ ka! ba't ikaw di ka ba kinakabahan?" I told her "No". "AAAAAAHHHH!!!" she screamed back at me.
Don't get me wrong, I do get cold hands before a performance, I feel tense, I fear I might make a mistake or make a fool of myself. But I still can't wait for our turn to play. I usually just try to relax before playing, not thinking of failing or making mistakes. Hey I saw great musicians make mistakes while playing live, and they just laugh it off. Kung sila nga nagkakamali, ako pa? (My favorite "oops! mali yung chord ko" face goes to Francis Reyes of The Dawn)
Do I still want to play? Do I miss having a band? YES. I'm just waiting for somebody to ask me.
(Sidenote: I'll be playing this 29th of December, at a wedding of a very good friend)
