averageness, commonness, commonplaceness, normality

Here’s Plan B

The first time I ever saw The Purplechickens play was when they played with my cousin’s band, Giniling Festival, in one of their first gigs I attended. This was probably in Mayric’s (now Sazi’s) circa 2003. Giniling Festival was fairly new, so they played last (I think) and unleashed one of the greatest local performances I’ve ever seen (before they started, Jeje shouted “ANG UMUWE, MAMAMATAY“. golden.)

Anyway, one of the bands that night was, well, Purplechickens. I remember my cousin remarking, “galing nila ‘no?“. And I agreed completely. Like a small town boy getting told what to do.

After a year, the Purplechickens released their album Here’s Plan B. Naturally, my cousin bought one out of admiration for the band and naturally, he shared the love.

And love I received. The album was smashing. Brilliant. Remarkable. Outstanding. I found myself listening to the album on a loop while playing NBA Live 2003. It was one of those records you’d love from start to finish. Just like the other 4 of my top 5 OPM albums (no order):

  • Cambio – Derby Light
  • Sugarfree – Sa Wakas
  • Itchyworms – Noon Time Show
  • Eraserheads – Natin99
A few years passed, I lost all data from my old PC. I was contacting the band about getting their last copy, but for some reason, the idea drifted. Recently, I was asking them again about it but they already have sold it.
So much for musical cravings.
One day, Kathy G., tweeted that she won P2,000 from the local lottery. And you just know I was gonna joke about getting balato. Instead of letting me in for free at her production that coming Saturday, she gave me a couple of links that literally made me want to cry. One of them was the record I’ve been craving for for the last 4 or so years.
Suddenly, I feel like one of the Survivor players where food was scarce and really cherished it when they won food rewards. It was amazing. I’m still listening to the album as of this writing. And yes, hints of tears.

Filed under: about me, cambio, eraserheads, giniling festival, here's plan b, itchyworms, music, opm, purplechickens, sugarfree

Eraserheads Part I

Well my friends already blogged about how to get the Heads Set and what it’s like so I won’t bother writing about that. They’re better bloggers than me anyway.

What I’m going to write about are my personal experiences when it comes to the greatest local band ever.

1995 – Overdrive
It started when I was in the 6th grade. My then best friend (I really don’t know what happened to us) bought the Cutterpillow album and invited me to listen in his house. All I can remember now is that I literally rolled on the floor laughing during the Overdrive’s epilogue. After that, I told my mother what I wanted for my birthday. Do you remember how it feels like to get something you really want? Do you remember not getting disappointed at all? That’s how I felt when she handed me the cassette tape. I listened the crap out of that cassette every morning. If existed in the mid-90s, the bar beside the Eraserheads would look like the Empire State building if you put it in Makati.

1998 – Saturn Return
Three years later, in high school, when we thought we were the coolest people on earth, my best buds went on a trip to Antipolo by ourselves and brought along the whole Eheads discography up to that point (Aloha Milky Way was the latest release that time). So there we were, beside a 4 ft swimming pool, sucking at pool, drinking lemonade, blasting all 50+ Eraserheads songs. If the internet existed back then, I’d be tagging my blogpost “THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST”.

2000 – Southsuperhighway
Natin99 had just come out and it was the balls. At least that’s what I thought. My dad, upon hearing Southsuperhighway, went bananas and father-preached about what good music is. He says the dude ain’t singing (he’s shouting), and is disgracing the art of singing. To be perfectly fair, that song wasn’t really supposed to attract a normal person’s ears. A lot of noise and a lot of things going on in the song, so I can’t blame him really. I think he pulled the living-under-his-roof card so I had to stop listening for a while.

2001 – Maskara
I saw it on MYX and I remember telling myself “wtf is this crap?” I also remember blaming Raimund for forming Sandwich and thanking him at the same time cause Butterfly Carnival was an absolute beast in my ears and apparently in the charts.

After that, for some reason, they just faded in my world. Like an hourglass, the sand just kept trickling down until I flip the whole thing…

Part II sometime next week.

Filed under: about me, eraserheads, music, sandwich