My Musical History

When I was young and squeaky like a lettuce, I was fed by heaps of 70's music. My mom, a legendary music freak would pop to the player over-romantic songs from different oldies like the Carpenters, Neil Diamond, John Denver, Garfunkel, Anne Murray, Olivia Newton John, Streisand and Kenny Rogers. She would let that play on repeat for the entire morning while we are cleaning the entire house or washing clothes. I think I got my music genetic predisposition from my mom.

At a young age, I memorized the lyrics of a lot of seventies songs like You Needed Me and Love this Way Again. I even sing them in karaoke and luckily, no one tossed a rock on our front yard. Sometimes, I would even use the sofa as my platform, imagining it as a stage and I'm a singer. I loved those moments, I miss them. And when there are parties at home, when our front yard was still unoccupied with my father's playthings, I would sing with my brother, Benjo and would duet on so many songs. I remember when I was 8 and My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion was so plague-like, I was the first one to make a (plastic ) cover of it!

I learned corny Tagalog Songs, too. This is unexplainable.

There I was, so attached to music. It became a part of my every day.

In my elementary school days, I was part of the Glee Club. It was a very active group in school. I was the chairperson of it and I led the group. I was on the center with April Roxanne. We would sing the intercession at programs and would present at social affairs the school was involved. This is where I pretty much honed my singing, if it was even honed. But before this rumpus I already knew music is not just for leisure. It became a necessity for me. 

In grade school, Britney Spears, Westlife and Christina Aguilera were the greatest hit makers. So it was inescapable that I hear of them.

In high school, that's where I begun to explore my choices in music. I began to rock to Hanson, Greenday, Fall-Out Boy and tons of Avril Lavigne. Then I started loving pop songs that broke records, but not for long. I appreciate those underrated but impressive music. My best friends, Jayrick and Rey pretty much influenced my choices. We share songs and talk about them all the time. I can say that, in high school, I found my musical soul mates in these guys and that what made us click. Jayrick introduced me to new, funky, irresistible, unexplainable types of music as well as the most schmaltzy ones, while Rey the same old Rock but with the edge. He loved Simple Plan back then and tons of punk.

I can say that in high school was the renaissance of my musical preferences where my catalog was tamed to leave out only the best!

High school days were a breeze. I still remember rocking myself out during weekends, with a hairbrush as my dummy microphone; I would sing like Michelle Branch and would do crazy dance on my pants when no one is watching. That was me. That was the nonchalant, crazy me.

In college, I loved those songs with poetic language. Those songs that paints picture not in canvass, but on melodies. Those kinds of songs where you can sit back, and listen to it all day without getting sick of it. Those songs that scare away the woes of the hectic college life. Those sensual songs that you cry because it describes exactly what you feel.

Music in the air, my thoughts, my wisdom brimming in my cup of coffee. I sip into it, get the warmth of it and I'm ready to start my day kind of feeling.

For the past 18 years of my life I was close to music. It has been my "playmate, my crying towel and my boyfriend." I couldn't imagine my life without it. Maybe, without it, I'd be this heartless piece of sheez who doesn't have a soupcon of emotion whatsoever.