Mediocrity

Icon

averageness, commonness, commonplaceness, normality

Never Meant

Kids, as an adult person, you should learn to accept things that will never go your way. Things that seem right, yet always go wrong. Never force anything; let everything come naturally. And understand, some things are just never meant.

Filed under: about me, american football, music

Updates

I can’t believe it’s been almost three months since my last post here. I blame laziness, and, ironically, my hectic schedule. Too busy doing stuff, and probably too uninspired to write. My remedy for this is just upload pictures or videos of whatever it is I was doing. Like this one:


Cynthia Alexander – Comfort In Your Strangeness from Charls Dumaraos on Vimeo.

Here’s a couple of photos from shows I’ve seen:

Anyway, I thought you must know that I’m working on a Demo EP for my solo project, promptly called “Dumaraos”. I’ll post something as soon as it’s ready for download.

Lastly, I’m finally moving out of my mom’s house! I’m so excited. I’ve been staying here for the last 6 months and I can’t really say I loved staying here.

Here’s to independence!

Filed under: about me, cynthia alexander, deftones, gig, giniling festival, music, shows

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 last.fm 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

Download a full Radiohead concert from Prague

contagiousstereo:

Radiohead decided that giving away free music wasn’t enough. So they decided to give away a free dvd online. The dvd is of a show they did in Prague, and the footage is shot by the people in attendance. So it’s kinda like that Daft Punk music video. Neat. The site is running very very slow though. So be warned. If you don’t want to go through the hassle of downloading it, all the songs are on youtube.

so i was having a conversation with this co-worker of mine about radiohead. he claims they became “weird” after ok computer. i was all “are you f*cken serious? they got better! and you call them your favorite band? asshole.” ok, so i made up the last two sentences and may have exaggerated certain adverbs/adjectives, but still. he even told me that their last album release was this year and that they had an album before pablo honey.

number 1, i’d believe him that there was a demo before pablo honey, but i’d never call it an album.

number 2, i didn’t believe for one second that they released something this year. i’d have known about it for sure. but i wasn’t sure, so i had to come home to check the internet. wikipedia says no. and we all know if it doesn’t say it in wikipedia, it’s not true.

so, f*ck you co-worker. i knew right from the start you were full of crap.

anyway, here’s the link for downloading the dvd.

Filed under: gig, internet, music, radiohead, stupid

Issues at Sonic Boom’s 4th Anniversary

I wasn’t even planning on going in the first place. Yet my cousin successfully dragged me to WhiteSpace Makati with hopes another epic night much like what happened to the 2nd (Rico Blanco’s first ever solo gig) and 3rd (Sheila and the Insects’ reunion) anniversaries — I wasn’t there for the 1st one.

I also had hopes of changing my opinion about Franco, a “super” band fronted by Franco Reyes. I say super band cause they’re made up of 2 Urbandubs including frontman Gabby Alipe, Parokya ni Edgar’s Buwi Meneses, Queso’s 8 Toleran, and of course Franco himself. I also used quotation marks cause after hearing their album, I honestly thought they could’ve done better (or could they).

Franco has 3 guitarists and they never fully utilized them. All you hear is a bunch of over distorted guitars on top of each other and minimal guitar riffs. I’m not a music genius or anything, but I know great guitar playing when I hear it. And mediocre guitars from 3 guitarists who come from 3 separately successful bands is just not acceptable.

My cousin probably gave me the best excuse so far, baka minadali kasi yung recording kaya ganon. At some level, I believe him. The recording process is very tedious and hard. I know this because I recorded a song with a professional friend of mine, and it was no joke. I mean, I only did the vocal parts and it still took a lot from me. However, for 5 very experienced music veterans, I don’t care if you’ve had time constraints, you should’ve been able to produce a great guitar solo during the writing process.

Anyway, that’s just me bitching and moaning cause I’m really disappointed and a bunch of my friends really like them. Which is cool, cause we’re allowed to have our own music preferences and whatnot.

I can’t believe I just used 4 paragraphs to explain why I don’t like Franco. Moving on…


Here are my other issues, in bullet form:

  • It’s in WhiteSpace. Too far.
  • No Nictynasty, which is one of the really underrated local bands.
  • Paolo Valenciano cut off his ‘fro. What, is he trying to look pogi? Cause he already was with the ‘fro and all. Lol.
  • Marc Abaya is becoming a really big douche with the way he performs. Not saying he’s a douche, only when he performs. Sobrang rockstar niya, ok.
  • Taken by Cars is losing their mojo. People were literally sitting down during their set. How disappointing was that for them?
  • Typecast’s played a half-hearted set. I still love ’em though.
My last legitimate beef, is that nothing special happened that night. Last year, I discovered a nice, down-to-earth, Singaporean post-hardcore band (A Vacant Affair) which triggered my desire to move to the mighty mighty SG. I think 3 foreign bands played last year, plus a tear-jerking reunion set Sheila and the Insects. Two years before that, Rico Blanco’s first solo gig gave me the chills. This year, this year was mediocre at best. They didn’t even have Faspitch.

I wouldn’t leave you without highlights:

  • My friend Jewel was one of the two hosts and she was amazing. There were technical difficulties at some point in the middle of the event (the other stage wasn’t working), and no dead air in between. Which made me realize that hosting these events is much like improv.
  • The Line Divides set was amazing. Their singer is how every singer should perform. Also, they were flying to Davao after the event for another event. Now, that’s what I call lagare.
  • Salamin also had a nice set.
  • My friend Goldie was there. She was so pretty that night. Too bad she has a boyfriend lol.
  • My cousin introduced me to this really hot model friend of hers. Hot hot hot. My only words.
In retrospect, if my cousin, whom I haven’t seen in a year, wasn’t going, I probably wouldn’t have gone as well. I’d have been at Last Home for another friend’s birthday gig, or at Cubao X. However, my only regret was wasting 500 bucks for it.

Filed under: a vacant affair, band, franco, gig, kjwan, music, nyctinasty, paolo valenciano, photos, rico blanco, salamin, sheila and the insects, sonic boom, taken by cars, whitespace

Charles, the Happy Fan

On my way home from Tapsi ni Vivian last night, I kept thinking about how I was going to write about the events of the epic epic night. The night has been marked in my calendar since I first saw this poster and have been looking forward to it like a spoiled brat waiting for Christmas.

Anyway, the bottom line is, I can’t put anything to words. Amazing would be an understatement so I’ll just post some pictures.

If there is one thing I really love about Ciudad, it’s that they never changed since day 1. Their first single gets on top of the charts, they’re still the same. 10 years later, they still set up their own gear, add you on Facebook instead of sending you a message to like their fan page instead, and since that album is no longer available, they burn copies and give them out for free. I think I just described what an Indie band is.

Filed under: ang bandang shirley, band, ciudad, facebook, friends, gig, music, photos, twisted halo

Everyday Drive

This Sheila and the Insects song will forever be etched in my mind and my heart. I will tell you why exactly.

It all started when I was on my way to work, on my last day there (Thursday). I restively woke up in the bus a few seconds before my stop. I promptly got up from my warm seat, and walked the isle that lead to the bus door, wobbly. While I was standing there, waiting for the bus to stop, I felt a man behind me, so I instinctively frisked my hind pocket to see if my wallet was still there.

“It’s still there. Nothing to worry about.” I claimed to myself.

As I stepped down the foot of the bus, the music stopped. “Coming home one day I’d have to go, like everyday” ended. Yes, Everyday Drive was the last song I heard on my iPod.

Apparently, the guy behind me swiftly took my iPod while I was stepping down. Professionals. Basta, a professional pick-pocket jobbed me, and that’s all I’m gonna say about this incident. It’s really too hard and too painful to talk about it. This iPod was the thing I bought for my very first bonus check and I thought I was gonna have it for the rest of my life. Well, maybe my life ended that day.

Fast forward to Saturday: the Sheila and the Insects in Manila gig. After an emotional, 8-song set, Sheila played Everyday Drive. While I was singing and dancing to the song, I’m thinking about Karla. I’m thinking how my rhetorical future offspring could inherit this from me and learn how awesome their dad’s music taste is. I’m thinking about the countless times it has accompanied me during lonely travel times to the office or everywhere else. I’m thinking about the times when I study music for a song idea. I’m thinking about all those times while Everyday Drive was being performed.

Anyway, I’d like to think that I made a family happy that night. Somebody brought home the bacon. Somebody’s stomach got filled with cheap pancit. Somebody’s debt got fractionally paid. Somebody didn’t have to worry about rent.

This is how I’ll remember Everyday Drive for the rest of my life.

P.S.
After the show, I got to hang out with the band. Bisoy (Orven, the singer) told me that they weren’t full-time musicians anymore and they crammed 3 hours of re-learning their songs and how my video helped them. Ian (the lead guitarist) who was really drunk, started comparing the letters to Cubao and Cebu. Jai (the drummer) who answers “ho!” (Jai-ho, get it?) every time his name is called. Sorry Gaizka and Marty, you guys should have stayed a while longer.

Filed under: about me, ipod, music, sheila and the insects

Can’t Sleep, Fantasizing.

I’ve been trying to blog about my unholy career lately, but nobody cares about call centers and my career in it. Even I don’t care, so who the heck wants to know, right?

The career I want is rockstar musician. I’ve been obsessing about this since I was in high school but my horrible work ethic has been public enemy no. 1 for my aspirations. However, after a weird experience with life (read: quarter-life crisis), I find myself having the needed push to start my own band, write more songs and actually record them for a demo. I might even go as far as begging people to let my band play in their productions or birthday parties.

Anyway, this morning, one of my favorite bands at the moment, Empire! Empire! (I was a Lonely Estate) had been recruiting for a new bass player. Apparently, their drummer, Jon, has been messaging people from their facebook fanpage, looking for a new bass player. I (naturally) replied back saying I’m in the Philippines but would really (I mean, REALLY) love to audition and wished them luck on the search.

I’ve never wished I lived in the states before, but after that, you won’t believe how much this fantasy played in my head. In fact, I’m supposed to be sleeping right now. Instead, I’m blogging and even summed to gusto to actually write something with coherence.

P.S. There’s a girl who’s been meandering my thoughts and I just can’t get off my head right now. She’s cute, funny, extremely smart, writes the most amazing short fictions (now, I don’t really read that much, but I can tell they’re great), and did I mention she’s cute? Too bad she’s in the states right now (well what do you know, my urge to live there just got tripled) and will probably stay there for another year. Just my luck. I can tell I really (I mean, REALLY) like a girl when she somehow influence my music reference. Let’s just say I got introduced to some new music that I liked. Anyway, I hope I don’t blow anything. Act right on things. Ultimately, not piss her off.

Filed under: about me, band, career, empire empire, infatuation, music

Love or Loneliness

A couple of weeks ago, a song from Math and Physics Club’s new record caught my eye. This band called out a lot of my issues with it’s title alone: Love or Loneliness. Made me think up to this day if my romantic decisions were triggered by love or loneliness.

If you know me personally, you’ll observe (if I hadn’t told you yet) that I’m a bit of a loner. I just like doing some things alone. Watch movies and TV shows, go to gigs and shows, I even live by myself (my roommate and I have little in common). I like eating alone and taking a long walk afterwards while sporting my iPod, Karla. Really, everything that a loner’s supposed to do.
But sometimes, one can’t help but yearn for human friction, attention, and affection. So I go out with my friends at least once a week, acquire lunch buddies in the office, or maybe go on a date sometimes. However, I still can’t help but feel really different, so I end up being alone again.
I think I’ve lost my train of thought there. What I’m trying to say is, I looked back on all my failed relationships and think about why I even started them. Was it love or was it loneliness?
Anyway, if I ever happen upon real love. I wish to read this poem (taken from one of the Harold and Kumar movies) to her:
The Square Root of Three
by David Feindberg

I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed

Filed under: about me, infatuation, music