Category: dandamusic

Better Guitar

Fender Strat Fiesta Red
“Oh my joy… Only you deserve conceit…”

At a work interview I was asked, “Tell me something about yourself that we do not know about you?” to which I fumbled the answer, big time, by hastily responding what could be inside my heart and launched recklessly to the top of my head “I’m a better guitar player than a card dealer!”

Now, of course, the worst thing that can happen to an interview is to turn it into an interrogation. Ideally you want to use this period to lift yourself up, sometimes you dig yourself a hole.

All I wanted to say was that I am better at being creative than being a cog in a machine.

I Still Have to Water the Plants

 The Empty Room

<p>I walk slowly
Slowly into
To your empty room

All thoughts of you come flooding in

I close my eyes
Open my heart
Calling out your ghost

You are nowhere near my truth

I’d stay, but more like left behind
I’d stay and water the plants

I remember you telling me
I can wake up late
Saturdays til noon

Sweep the yard at dawn
Come back to bed

Still, I’d have to water the plants
I’d stay and water the plants…

The Story of M

Dan Aubrey Aguilar, soundcloud
Be my slave…

Pinned at the ceiling of my room at Catmon, Malolos is the rockin’ alternative duo called M2M. Sinfully bubblegum but not sexually charged, the duo from Norway sang from a 16 y.o. perspective unlike Britney. They chirped, played instruments and wrote their own songs. Their song landed on the Pokemon movie soundtrack.

Maybe the poster was a reminder. A sarcastic statement against all the Pearl Jam albums that my brain was sonically marinating to.

Rhythm Based Writing

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This happened the other day. Thanks to Team Manila.

It’s nice to know that his writing processes are similar to mine. About how inspiration takes over and how rewarding is the result. The only difference is that his appeals to a wider audience. That may just be purely incidental. I wish.

Why do we write? Why do we do it? For me, it has always been a tool for acceptance as a receiver or transmitter. I’ve always found something about the outside world hard to understand, relate and adhere to. Especially if things are shoved within a pace of one’s life without explanation. Writing is like a tree branch reaching out to the sky while the roots(our mind) is reaching deep into the earth.

The Impostor

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photo credit: kukulyaci.com

 

“Sana ang tubig kong panligo’y galing sa balon”

 

It was a nightly ritual. A 5 minute cold shower. My father had a practical, almost mechanical response to douse off body heat.  Maybe this is caused by high blood pressure. Were these ignored signs of the early stages of aneurysm? Seeking medical help was either impractical or an admission of weakness.
“You know what would be better?”he said, closing his eyes and massaging his temples.
Sa Mabitac, anlamig ng tubig, gagaling ang sakit ng ulo ko don”