Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Musical influence?

Like what I have mentioned in a previous post, my preference in music is pretty flexible. I don't really care about is music.

Well, this survey says...

Your Taste in Music:

90's Alternative: Highest Influence
80's R&B: High Influence
90's Hip Hop: High Influence
90's R&B: High Influence
90's Rock: High Influence
Adult Alternative: High Influence
Classic Rock: High Influence
R&B: High Influence
80's Alternative: Medium Influence
90's Pop: Medium Influence
Alternative Rock: Medium Influence
Punk: Medium Influence
80's Pop: Low Influence
Dance: Low Influence
Hair Bands: Low Influence
Hip Hop: Low Influence
Old School Hip Hop: Low Influence

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Frustrated Musician

Unfortunately, I am one of those who do not have God-given musical talents. I tried to learn playing the piano when I was 10 years old but I never got past crunchy flakes. I was playing by numbers and not by notes. 12 years after, my dad buys us a guitar and I've only touched it once. The weird thing is I love music and I can never live without it. I can live without television but not without radio or a cd player or an mp3 player. I can even live without my PC and the internet... well, ok, I'm lying. Though I am able to appreciate all genres, I am a frustrated rocker. If I had total control of who I'm going to be, I would love to be a guitar genius much like Jimi Hendrix, Carlo Santana or John Frusciante of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. And if I had more talent, I would love to write songs and compose melodies like Paul McCartney or Chris Martin. All in all, I'd love to be Bono. Ang labo!!!
Okay, if God insists that I still be female, Bjork will be great. If I were a pinoy rocker, I would love to have Raymund Marasigan's and Marc Abaya's brains, Bamboo's charisma and Kitchie Nadal's beauty. NGEK! That's really hard to imagine... Bamboo na Kitchie Nadal is like saying malikot pero maganda. Hahaha!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

No Rain

It's amazing how one song can lift my spirits and get me in the mood just because I haven't heard it for quite a while... and how it feels good to remember the times when I was young and careless. For a split second, I was back in the days when I'd be with my friends, sitting infront of the steps leading to the corridors of my highschool, gazing at the vast field where the pre-school boys catch dragonflies.

No Rain
Blind Melons
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not's not sane