This one isn't done yet. I just sort of rehashed the motif a bit..added a few art picks, insights......and the once overly detailed blog has turned into a tad bit less than scratch. It's really simple. So what do you think? I guess this will do for now.
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Now to write. Emo, though the name sounds like a bird to me, is actually more of a really lame excuse for things to have turned out like this and that.
Goodbye to what emotional rock defined itself over a decade ago when Silverchair would have obliterated everything right now (technicality wise and even more) and people never really knew about the nowadays-whore-of-an-abbreviation. Putrid slightly misspelled is actually Emo. What annoys me is that people tolerate cutting short on the art. To others, it may be just another song on their own-to-flaunt Ipod. To me, it is a flaw in one's character. Growing up doesn't give you an excuse to sell yourself. When you think about it, it is an issue that we have opinions on either way. So many sides to it actually. If you dislike emo, you go around putting up verbal banners of excessive hatred. The other side to it is that not only do you tolerate the (yes, i'll just say it again) nowadays-whore-of-an-abbreviation, you unwittingly get sucked in this hole.
Case in point: Story of the Year. Personally, it is too much of a dejected case to even lift a finger to satirize on my whimsical blog that nobody doesn't really read. Why do I hate them like some of my friends do? No, not because they do. It is because I just do not go for the sound. Technically speaking, it is so dull. Anyway, the point is that people have taken forgranted the whole picture. It is so sad that people look away when instinct coerces them to discard art for its true essence.
I'm not being bitter because it makes me feel better. Namulat lang ako. There are so many people out there who are into hardcore quadruple-x prostitution, minus the sex. You get it?
Well anyway, so much for the jams, guys. Maybe next time we can show them that we are able to transcend the extremely stupid bias and just really play for what it's worth.
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Sandara Parks: "Filipino guys can't help themselves [when it comes to being loyal to their girl]. I might end up marrying a Korean."
Ralph (Me): Wow. Congratulations on your nearly perfect diction! (HAHAHA! Ang yabang.. mamatay na ako..). Anyway, I beg to differ. You're wrong. You see, I am very much Filipino and I love my girlfriend very much. Cheating on her would be like stabbing myself twelve times. Of course I can help myself. You're wrong again. And if eventually, God forbid, I take in a genetic struggle that would install a voice in my head telling me to cheat, I will still help myself with everything I have because I firmly know that I really love her and I'm not ashamed to be perceived in a wrong sense. You're just so amazingly wrong in saying that. And Ms. Parks? I know that you know that I know you*** can't really debate because you generalized way too much and it can never be right at least where I'm at. As the Inquirer would have put it quite nicely, "your career is going to the slaughterhouse unless you act." How was Pyongyang? :D
(***that's from 'dodgeball'..hahaha.)
(from now on, it's fictional)
Sandara: Very Korean.
Ralph: I...see. Well anyway, good luck and keep up the novelty singing crap you do. It is absolutely horrible yet morbidly fascinating. Bye, Sandy.
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Below is something about the break... (I meant to post it a long time ago... i just didn't have time..)
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Overdue na naman. Ang dami nangyari nung break. I'll run you down with a few things that happened or could have or...I dunno...should have. December 17 of last year was a Friday, right? I remember wanting to go to Megamall after my last class. I went to school at around 12 pm for only two that day-- Chemistry lecture and lab, which really gave me an impression that that day would ultimately crap out like never before. Sooo... eventually, I, the slipshod freshie, bailed out, said goodbye to whatever had blue and...took the LRT to Cubao, walked a bit and found myself a victim of the 5-7pm rush two-hour. Grabe, badtrip. So the plan to buy gifts was foiled for what, the gazillionth time already? So, instead of just turning back, I decided to go around Farmer's. Well really... it's a bit lousy. Sloppy. I don't really know what to call it. Quite frankly, I just couldn't stand this side of our whore-of-a-taste country making money by selling those sleazy messenger bags with nazi patches on it or.. Che Guevarra caps, marijuana shirts, weed bags, soviet wristbands..what's next? Black undies with Mr. Che etched on it? Ok, that's enough. Pweh. It's been a long time. Anyway, I went around eyes open for the next disaster. I was looking for orange sneakers to buy for Jamie but I ended up passing by Gateway back to the LRT feeling a little tired already. Good thing I threw away my pensive side for a while and bought myself quite a good find in an Ukay-ukay joint beside a stall where you can buy kwek-kwek and pink-colored bread. Ahh... the metropolitan allure of saliva-spewing jeep drivers, the pollutant FXs, and everything else. Not that annoying, honestly. Just a flavorful thought. I had to go back in time for two Christmas salu-salos in the Ateneo high school so I retraced, got on a trike, and ended up eating and drinking from the usual Atenean potluck: pizza, chicken, pasta, sprite, etc. That was the start. Diet? Huh? What's that? Can you please fill me in on what it means? Haha.. I went around the campus and had to answer to myself a very self-realizing accusation: Ralph!
Ang payat mo na ha!
Oh shwell. That had "Merry Christmas" wryly attached to it in the end. Talaga naman oo... After all that, I went to Gesu and home.... really.
The Wednesday after, I played jammed with the band and got to play bass for this one song. I pretty much know how to play the whole thing-- it gets upbeat most of the time...sort of like rock you can get this energetic vibe from. It's a new thing for us also since we shift instrument jobs for this song. Obe composed it a few months back, as usual I really don't have any kind of contribution for the vocals you can hear, save for the fact that you can expect some really odd element buzzing too much..some lyrical beat in the back.
Our song's main riff is dropped to d. It revolves around this chord pattern. Of course, it's a lame rendition of the real thing since this is absolutely minus the lead...
e------------------------------------
b--4444444/5--4444-2222---4--2-----4-
g--4444444----4444-1111--2-4---4--3--
d--2222222----2222-2222--------------
a--4444444----4444-------------------
d------------------------------------
e-----------------------------------
b----------------2222/3-------------
g----------------1111---------------
d--444444466666--2222---444666666-2-
a--444444466666---------444666666-2-
d--444444466666---------444666666-2-
I don't know the rest...:D
Ok so after the jam, I went straight to Megamall to buy the stuff. Sa Wakas! Grabe..traffic was bad. I wasn't allowed to drive, so I took the LRT-MRT route to Ortigas and back.
...HAAAAAY....Jamie looks so hot in her turqoise top. Sobra...... Nakakagigil. She is extremely cute.
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