Someday I’ll Be Saturday Night


I would say that I was quite a late bloomer when it comes to secular music. If you haven’t read my previous personal blogs, I grew up with a religiously conservative family. My cousins and I weren’t that much oriented to various musical genre. When I moved to live and work in the city, I was somehow culture – shocked. I felt like I was at least a decade behind! And there was so much catching up to do. Nonetheless, I made friends with people from practically across almost all social statuses. Soon, my musicality evolved. Thanks to my friends and neighbors who contributed to my musical influences – from 70’s, 80’s and to the current and pop music.

One of my really good friends, Kuya Bench, has influenced me into the music of David Gates and the Bread, Scorpions, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, etc. It’s been years, and we lost contact, but his influence on me lingered. And so, when I left the country for musical gigs, I had the opportunity to shop for CDs of my favorite singers and bands. I got myself a repackaged edition of the greatest hits album Cross Road. I could listen to the whole list of tracks repeatedly and won’t even get tired of, especially when I’m cleaning the house. One of the tracks that I have always loved to listen, and can pretty much relate to, is this song – Someday I’ll Be Saturday Night.

Hey, man I’m alive I’m takin’ each day and night at a time
I’m feelin’ like a Monday but someday I’ll be Saturday night.

Hey, my name is Jim, where did I go wrong
My life’s a bargain basement, all the good shit’s gone
I just can’t hold a job, where do I belong
I’m sleeping in my car, my dreams move on.

My name is Billy Jean, my love was bought and sold
I’m only sixteen, I feel a hundred years old
My foster daddy went, took my innocence away
The street life aint much better, but at least I get paid.

And Tuesday just might go my way
It can’t get worse than yesterday
Thursdays, Fridays ain’t been kind
But somehow I’ll survive.

Hey man I’m alive I’m takin’ each day and night at a time
Yeah I’m down, but I know I’ll get by
Hey hey hey hey, man gotta live my life
Like I ain’t got nothin’ but this roll of the dice
I’m feelin’ like a Monday, but someday I’ll be Saturday night

Now I can’t say my name, and tell you where I am
I want to roll myself away, don’t know if I can
I wish that I could be in some other time and place
With someone elses soul, someone elses face

Saturday night here we go
Some day I’ll be Saturday night
I’ll be back on my feet, I’ll be doin’ alright
It may not be tomorrow baby, that’s OK
I ain’t goin’ down, gonna find a way, hey hey hey

I’m feelin’ like a Monday, but someday I’ll be Saturday night
Saturday night, all right, all right
Saturday night…

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Maybe


There I was waiting for a chance
Hoping that you’ll understand the things I wanna say
As my love went stronger than before
I wanna see you more and more
I won’t take so much of your time.
 
Maybe it’s wrong to say please love me, too
Coz I know you’ll never do.
Somebody else is waiting there inside for you.
Maybe it’s wrong to love you more each day
But my love is strong.
 I know that this is wrong
And I know to whom you should belong.

 

A little over three years ago, when I first set my eyes on you, I knew right there and then that I liked you. But at that time, I was going out with someone so my affection for you took a backseat. When I have gotten over my feelings, you came at the right time. 

Though we didn’t get to meet everyday, I was always looking forward to that day that I would see you.  You’re one of the few people who were nice to me, even busted out those who mocked me. Sharing a few things in common made us closer being friends. 

One afternoon we went to this store in Gateway. The sun was on our faces and the afternoon wind was blowing our hair.I remember how I felt when you fixed the stray hair on my face.You were a sweetheart.  And those DQ times that we had at Farmer’s. We had a great time together singing for hours at Timezone – Gateway. 

I left and for a time we lost contact. Months passed and we barely communicated. Still I was hoping that one day we cross paths. We haven’t seen each other for roughly a year. And during that time, we didn’t talk much. I missed greeting you on your birthday. I missed eating DQ and spending the afternoons at Timezone with you. We seldom sent each other text messages, and whenever we do, they were only how are you’s, hi’s and hello’s. There were times when I could reply to your messages a day or two after I received them. And sometimes, I can’t even reply to your messages. Soon, I learned you had baby. I admit that I felt bad, I felt jealous. There’s nothing I could do. All I could say then was ‘Congratulations!’. I know how much you love your little angel. 

You’ve sent me a couple of text messages. One was telling you already got home. The second one came in two days after telling me you’re fine. And that you were a little busy. 

Not hearing from you all these times was killing me. And how it hurts. Does your silence mean saying goodbye? But how can I say goodbye to the two good years I had with you? We used to talk about the happy times we were together; how we enjoyed each other’s company. How can I just forget the wonderful memories I shared with you? 

I went out for a long run to sort out my feelings. And while I was running through the not – so – familiar route, my chest felt like exploding. I want to scream. Running through the killer uphills gave me some relief. Right now, I’m all black and blue. Time will heal this bruised and broken heart.I just don’t how long it will take but I know I will feel better again. Soon. 

I know you can take care of yourself. I hope you could still be there. I hope you won’t say goodbye. I’ve already lost you. And I don’t want to lose you again. 

Did something change? All I know is that my affection for you became even stronger. I can’t help myself but love you even more. I know that this is wrong and I know to whom you should belong.

‘Nyetang pag – ibig to!

In Your Eyes: The JAred cover


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I’m not one of the best singers you have in town. Admittedly, I don’t even have an excellent singing voice. I just love music and I love to sing. And I grew up singing.  At a very young age, maybe I was about 4 or 5 years old, I would sing during church services – either solo, or with my cousins.  Music and singing are pretty much part of the family. It’s like an inheritance that gets passed on to the next generation. It runs in the veins, they say. And yes, it does.

There’s barely a few of us in the family who had mustered so much courage to really step up and take the centrestage; sing in public or private events and functions. But during the time that I was living on my own, I had the opportunity to become a part of a choir for a chain of retailer store in the metro that I was working for. Having been part of it, my confidence started to build up little by little.  My associates played a big role in boosting my confidence, which somehow, brought me to where I am now, in terms of singing.

I love the karaoke. Performing is one thing that I love to do. Whenever there’s one, I’d do my best to sing a song or two.  I love it when I feel that the audience is able to appreciate my singing, or performance.

When the opportunity came up to perform for a charity, I never had second thoughts about joining. I really didn’t even mind if I had to sing a capella to a group of people who pulled up some funds for the charity event.

The video I’m sharing with you was taken during a charity event. The audio and my voice weren’t really good, and even my performance as a whole.  So, please bear with me.  Thank you.

Music & Me – Part 1


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Music has always been a big part of my life. I grew up in a family whose life has been filled with music. My mom, my aunts and uncles have been choir members in the church. My father and his brothers, on the other hand, were band members. My father played the lead guitar, his brother (my uncle, yeah) played the keyboard, and my other uncle played the drums. Living in a rural area, music became a part of our everyday life. I started singing when I was about 4 or 5 years old – in the church. During church services, I would do a solo song a number. Sometimes, I would sing with my cousins. I was 13 years old when I did my first public performance. It was during a municipal Christmas extravaganza. The Christmas song that we performed was O Holy Night. Being the only kid in the group of about 10 performers, I did some solo parts of the song. I could only wish now that there were digital cameras and camera phones that time so it would have been easy to capture that very first performance.

Growing up, I listened to a lot of country music and standard songs. On nights that my father’s friends would come over to the house for some drinking activities, my father would play the guitar while his friends do the vocal parts of the song. I can say that music was not much of a new stuff to me. My exposure to music has some gotten deep into me that I can manage to hit the right notes, and sing – even just a little.

Although singing was nothing new to me, I get stage fright every time I set foot on stage. When time came that I had to live with my grandparents, I remember my uncle playing a guitar and while I sing. It’s always been that way when I was growing up. I would render a song whenever asked to during high school and even in college, though I wasn’t really into singing competitions.  I was more into doing intermission numbers as I never saw myself as a competitive singer.  The reason mainly is I never had so much confidence about my singing. Yes, I can sing – but just a little.

The Audition

While being employed as a stock clerk for the Children’s Wear Department at Ever Grand Central, I was able to fill a slot for the company choir.  I was singing tenor.  Somehow, my involvement in the company choir helped me developed a little more self confidence. Little by little, my confidence was building up. My colleagues were the ones who made me feel that I can really sing.  One day, while browsing through Buy & Sell, an ad looking for singers caught my attention. I called the number and was asked to come in for an audition. Stage fright took over me as I entered the studio. My audition piece was Everyday I Love You by Boyzone. A week after, the manager called me up for a VTR.  There I met four more people, all were scheduled for a VTR, who became my bandmates. The video shoot lasted for about two hours.  Three days later, I received a call from the promotion informing me that we got a gig. We will be performing at the Bean’s Bar of Yinhe Dynasty Hotel in Chengdu, Sichuan, PRC! Our rehearsals commenced – doing our routines and practising our repertoire.  It was a big challenge for me because I can only sing a handful of songs that are considered performance songs.  So I had to learn a whole lot of both old and new songs that are suited for a band performance. We rehearsed from Monday to Friday, at least 6 hours a day.  It was a big break for me and I can already feel the pressure in learning and memorizing the songs, plus mastering the routines. And I had to buy clothes for the nightly performance, too. Ahahah..!  But it all paid off when the day came that we got our visa and plane tickets bound for China. I was excited, anxious, nervous. Mixed emotions!

I never thought that one day I will make a living through music; that I will be able to enjoy what I love to do – that is singing, and at the same time travel to different places.

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