"masamang damo"
this gaddi-penned masterpiece is all at once the new wave-y post-punky song from the 80's showing jing's age (haha) and the funkiest cut on the album, c/o atty gaddi's groovin' bass parts. i remember playing this for the first time at the UP fair a couple of years back, jing just busting out the song at one of the shirley practices and all of us just falling in love with it. I remember it reminding me of the strokes' someday, i love that song. haha.
fun fact! i wasn't supposed to be the one singing this song, mr. gaddi was supposed to be the one on the mic, and we were maybe toying around with the idea of having joe sing the song. but then this opportunity came knocking, when we entered the world battle of the bands (upon the real christian bautista's suggestion) for the song to be on the radio. we hadn't finished the vocal recording yet, and i think jing couldn't make it, so it was me and selena doing all the singing. i think i did a good job though (hahaha)
the last verse (without lyric) was supposed to contain a jing monologue, some diatribe about how it isn't cool to steal other people's things or some other "crime doesn't pay" thing haha. but again, we were rushing the song, so in place of that i just started grunting, and i remember the loa guys enjoying that. it was a fun bit of cathartic screaming. i was going for a homer simpson on one of the screams haha. fun stuff. and then i dunno, we just decided that the screaming would be a better fit for the song, making it more of a universal "ANGST" song instead of a specific "DO NOT STEAL MY IPOD - jing" song haha.
i super super super love jing's lyric here, the wording is brilliant, and the song is APT haha.
the synths are bastardized from depeche mode (HAHA) for the verses and then we tried to put in some beatlesque organ to cover up jing's rip-off of another shirley song ("i can name that tune in 2 notes..") hahaha. but i swear i swear, the pièce de résistance for masamang damo has to be that killer drum + bass break into the harmonized guitar solo i love that i love that whole thing, i mean wow, we recorded that! it was perfect! haha
starting off with the decay of the chorus organ part, leaving zig and jing and then the "scary keyboard sound" and the big muffed solo guitar, then the "supot" harmony guitar, and it's over like that, and man i wanna hear the song again so i can get to that part again hahaha
sorry that i'm raving about a song on the album we just released but i didn't write it so it's not being boastful, i guess. haha.
BILI NA KAYO NG THEMESONGS!!!!
-owel
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Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Friday, 25 April 2008
empty hearts
when jing cannot play, we become sad.
the last two gigs were jingless and we were so depressed. we were like lost kids, juveniles with no direction in life. it seemed that we just came from north korea. although funsiya (bigskymind) gig and whale (subic) gig were ok, we still felt the emptiness inside our hearts.
jing would have controlled our actions. he would have told us to stop laughing without any reason. he would have whipped our butts if he found out we were telling stories about a mommy, giving happy brownies to her son. The son then realizes that his daddy all of a sudden was present. so with a frightened tone he says: "mommy, bakit nandiyan si daddy? diba iniwan na niya tayo?" Then he lies down in a fetal position.
jing would also have kicked our shins (he kicks shins because he only wants the thigh part for it is a leg of ham) if he found out that we drank too much cossack vodka mixed with guava juice. i can imagine him kicking my shin while discreetly dropping some sleeping pills in my plastic cup.
using his lawyer madskillz, he would have prevented zig from sleeping away from the rest of the band (zig slept in a hotel were taken by cars stayed. i think he already wants to be traded). he would tell zig that their family should have hired a driver instead.
if he saw me reading the book (tome of amplify emo a.k.a. message in a bottle by nicholas sparks) that i brought, he would have splashed omega pain killer on my eyes so that i couldn't see.
of course the only thing he would not have prevented was our constant demands for MORE food. being the grown man he is, he would have asked for more longganisa during breakfast.
it's a good thing donald laudencia (of aizo fame) came to the rescue. although he is not yet gaddilike and shirleylike (to become shirleylike, you must eat lots of pancit canton without chewing, and gain 50lbs above the normal weight for your height) he played the guitar well. i, on the other hand, sucked. compared to jing, i am a bass-waste. jing is the bassmaster general and i will forever look up to him.
anyway, the point is we need jing. look at the next picture. this was taken by ate salinas inside the starex on the way home to mr kabab (yes, mr kabab is our home). look at how sad owel is. that's because jing wasn't there to fill our empty hearts.
-ean
ps. i hope ate salinas won't shoot me because of all my grammatical errors.
the last two gigs were jingless and we were so depressed. we were like lost kids, juveniles with no direction in life. it seemed that we just came from north korea. although funsiya (bigskymind) gig and whale (subic) gig were ok, we still felt the emptiness inside our hearts.
jing would have controlled our actions. he would have told us to stop laughing without any reason. he would have whipped our butts if he found out we were telling stories about a mommy, giving happy brownies to her son. The son then realizes that his daddy all of a sudden was present. so with a frightened tone he says: "mommy, bakit nandiyan si daddy? diba iniwan na niya tayo?" Then he lies down in a fetal position.
jing would also have kicked our shins (he kicks shins because he only wants the thigh part for it is a leg of ham) if he found out that we drank too much cossack vodka mixed with guava juice. i can imagine him kicking my shin while discreetly dropping some sleeping pills in my plastic cup.
using his lawyer madskillz, he would have prevented zig from sleeping away from the rest of the band (zig slept in a hotel were taken by cars stayed. i think he already wants to be traded). he would tell zig that their family should have hired a driver instead.
if he saw me reading the book (tome of amplify emo a.k.a. message in a bottle by nicholas sparks) that i brought, he would have splashed omega pain killer on my eyes so that i couldn't see.
of course the only thing he would not have prevented was our constant demands for MORE food. being the grown man he is, he would have asked for more longganisa during breakfast.
it's a good thing donald laudencia (of aizo fame) came to the rescue. although he is not yet gaddilike and shirleylike (to become shirleylike, you must eat lots of pancit canton without chewing, and gain 50lbs above the normal weight for your height) he played the guitar well. i, on the other hand, sucked. compared to jing, i am a bass-waste. jing is the bassmaster general and i will forever look up to him.
anyway, the point is we need jing. look at the next picture. this was taken by ate salinas inside the starex on the way home to mr kabab (yes, mr kabab is our home). look at how sad owel is. that's because jing wasn't there to fill our empty hearts.
-eanps. i hope ate salinas won't shoot me because of all my grammatical errors.
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