Philippines: Artist’s Handpick For Next Tour

The way that artists are being interviewed for the evening news saying, “Oh, I’d really love to have a concert in the Philippines. The fans, the everything…” is truly overwhelming. Means they love us and they DO think we love ‘em. Now WHY are we being handpicked?

The big reason is that our country especially idolizes everything coming from abroad. Perfumes, chocolates, clothes and even music. As a result of this, our very own music industry tries to “copy the beat” and do what is the trend or whatever urban the West defines. There are OPM artists with baggy pants and some who try to sing like Gerard Way. But despite all of the trials, the special music interest still goes for entertainers other than OUR own entertainers. I wonder, why instead of shaping new artists and enriching Filipino Pop Culture, the mob keeps on worshipping the “imported” music. They play the imported music and dance to it and sing it like it’s their original. Worse, they’ve translated some Western music to Tagalog (i hated it the most when Flo Rida’s Lowgot Tagalized. Dumbest lyrics).

I envy my fellow Asian countries, whose artists may not be as big as those artists who get to sing in Araneta or Fort Bonifacio but still has the originality and fame in their own circles. Japan has Metal, Korea has Pop, India has Bollywood and the Philippines has OPM with very little support. Even Charice Pempengco was tearful in one of her interviews here because she thinks nobody in her own country REALLY loves her or her music. So she flew to the West, and the headlines were all, “SHE’S NOT COMING BACK?” sort. Our artists even seem more successful when they work abroad. And God, that’s so bitter. Concert tv’s always dance to foreign music, the artists try to copy and sing like the original that i’ve had enough and turned off the tv.

When are the Bands going to repeat the 2006 phenomenon? Are they just one-hit wonders? When will the next Eraserheads come out? Colonial mentality, or simply “trends”? What about OUR music?

Butterfly Kisses

Aside from my favorite song, Iris, another song that holds a place in my heart is Bob Carlisle’s Butterfly Kisses. When i first listened to it, which was last summer, i cried…it’s the only song that have made me cry just by the first time i heard it. Now, after some months, i got a copy of that song and listened to it for the second time. Like the first time, tears welled up my eyes but i didn’t cry like the first time. I am not forcing myself to cry but really…really.

That song is about being dad’s girl and getting married, being wrong most of the time. As dad’s girl, i was never the best, actually i’m a little of the worst girl any parent can get. But really, the worst thing i’ve done to him was…cry for how sick my attitudes are. Well we’re okay now and that’s what matters, right? Dad’s away most of the time, and by times he’s here i wasn’t even able to prove that i’m the golden one. There’s so much between us, and sometimes he’s like a stranger. I may be black sheep, talking to him makes me feel very uneasy sometimes, but dad…is MY DAD. I’m born and i’ll die with it.

Marriage. I think there’s no road to this one. Probably it had the worst issue on me, that’s why i’m tearful as i picture myself getting married. Not that i will super miss my rents, but my parents raised me with the idea that marriage is like ditching your folks, and a kid would decode it as something like an evil act. They would tell me that marriage is SICK. When dad will tell me, “Mia…if there’s a guy, tell us. Invite him in, introduce him…” stuff, and i will reply, “Yeah, yeah, cut the crap, dad…CUT.” I am only five or something like that when i was told about that thing. I don’t know about WHAT are they trying to put in my head. Because of that, i had an abnormal, weird, eerie relationship with guys. It’s like all guys have a contagious disease that causes terminal illness. Because of that, i became socially…well, ill (maybe)…blame the angels.

With all the wrong i did, i must’ve done something right. Yeah, like putting up this blog…*lol but seriously, i know i’ve done a helloada of wrong things– as i grow older, i even seem to do worse *jokes but it’s like my soul’s been kind of polluted, and i’m trying to restore all of the purity i’ve lost. That’s how bad my state is…and why am i telling you, anyway?!

When i look at myself from my reflection, i do have a hard time deciding on who i really am. What about the errors i’ve done, trusts i’ve broken? My life is quite…on the edge. All of the things i broke were all glasses– once broken, there’s no way to be repaired. I just hope, really hope, that i’d find myself and the road intended for me. When will i find it…just dunno *insert very big smile here*

Favorite Song, IRIS

Most music lovers (Kristine is one among them) have not yet decided on what would be their favorite song. It’s just like whatever’s new or what’s fresh would be their latest i-think-it’s-my-favorite-so-far song. I used to really be like this, until i heard this song IRIS by Goo Goo Dolls in my mp3 player for the something like, 50th time, and i actually had my tears coming out after super-relating. (emo n0h?) I’ve declared it’s my favorite among the thousand songs…i relate to it a real lot. The lines are very good and it’s cheese-rock. I’m not a very big fan of Goo Goo Dolls but i’m a big fan of this song.
The song is about life’s realities and an individual’s indentity. It’s about not letting the world see you, because you don’t think that they will understand who you are. It’s much like me, when i’d rather stay on my corner because i know people will never know me and what is my purpose in this world. But when everything’s made to be broken, i just want to be known as who i really am. What’s with everything being broken? This a state of an emotional dilemma, in the verge of last hope and faith…well, before everything in your life gets broken, at least you made them know who you really are.

When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive. Another line i really love. It’s simply for times which are so happy, that you can barely believe it’s happening. It’s the broader term of “pinch me, i’m dreaming…” because it’s saying, “cut me, i want to bleed to know if i’m alive or is this heaven…” something like that.

And it’s also very true that you can’t fight that [are] coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. Sometimes we try to hide what’s really happening, try to escape our reality…end up in our made-up world and deny everything. We try to fight the tears by tilting back our heads so tears will go back…like i do sometimes.

For me, this song is so dear and i can’t just leave it. It will be in my heart, always and forever. ROCK ON!