Linkin Park | Final Masquerade

Arguably the best Hunting Party track, ‘Final Masquerade’ is ironically not of a tinge of Meteora and Hybrid Theory, two of the most dangerously glorious albums of Linkin Park, in which I must say, should not be an issue at all as people keep on arguing and comparing these Linkin Park’s present and past shits, all and more. I mean there’s no real point in finding those ‘In The End’ feels out of today’s hunt OR not, who cares. Both ends are good dibs anyways. Linkin Park might have evolved into something of some sort OR back to their original sound, which is an inevitable part of musical growth that which I bet some people must’ve forgot to live up to. The bottom line is, eat ‘Final Masquerade’ and the Hunting party as they are. Linkin Park has the most complicated fans out there, so this riot is crystal clearly seen as its coming. Going back, while the track is elegantly aggressive in a lot of beautiful ways as its flowery appeal, the lyrics are quite shady. No need to further explain.

John Martin | Love Louder

John Martin, one of the best vocalists I know today and the voice behind smash hits such as Swedish House Mafia’s ‘Don’t You Worry Child’ and Tinie Tempah’s ‘Children in the Sun’ is finally set to re-release the progressive, ‘Love Louder’, previously recorded with David Guetta as ‘[ID] Love a Little Louder’ a little over a year ago. The first few notes (of the David Guetta version) are reminiscent of ‘Don’t You Worry Child’ with a subtle twist of the signature David Guetta groove, and as soon as John Martin starts with “chasing summer..” you instantly feel something good’s coming up. Overall, it’s a truly sophisticated track – upbeat, tasteful, catchy, totally a no-nonsense shit, shrewdly refreshing. A lot of music that crosses our ears are so dressed up that once you strip them down, gives a pile of gravy-less mashed potatoes, or a fried chicken that’s 90 per cent dressing, in some cases; a skewed example of the whole being less than the sum of its parts. Such track, is not one of them.

Moving on to the anticipated John Martin solo version, all the hype is currently freaking me out. It’s one of the hardest tracks out there to describe. It’s not every fucking day that we’re showered with such intricate tracks compelled to give mixed vibes, that could possibly send someone spiralling out into a vast universe inside his own head. It's a love song to begin with, but with traces of unrequitedness in it. Thus, it’s not purely uplifting with its twisted, pretentiously, hopeful, and hopeless lyrics ― and likewise ― the effect is surprisingly contrasting too. At one side it’s inspirational, while on the other, it’s imaginarily delusional, creating a controlled madness or something like that in empty spaces. Its beauty is solely in the ears of the listener.

Klangkarussell | Netzwerk (Falls Like Rain)

While the Starks will have to be bothered yet again for another year before 'Winter is Coming’ comes back on screen, the sun here in Ph shows no winter is coming (as if), as the summer season keeps on extending. Thus, comes a good summer anthem; recall massive ‘Sonnentanz’ a few years ago. Klangkarussell’s newest track called ‘Netzwerk’, deliciously synthpop in its core, is different from any song around at the moment. This re-proves the duo's capability of making tasty music, that even at a point in time when I don’t really demand myself the need to listen to it, I crave.

But perhaps, the more amazing thing about it is its vid featuring Mustang Wanted,  totally injuring my psyche after watching the whole clip, that I found it indispensable to write about it. I mean what’s wrong with this man dangling himself on those skyscrapers, cranes, and whatever those tall structures are, for a wrecking roof party.. It’s totally eye-gluing, heart-fainting, mind-blowing, and not to mention, it's terribly earth shattering perfect. That which reminds me back to a lesson from the distant Game of Thrones’ pilot episode pointing on Brandon Stark – be careful boy, winter is still coming.

O-Town | Skydive

I just finished watching this certain Kara David docu about skydiving a while ago which reminded me of this track I happen to come across a few days ago but failed to write something about. It's an O-town track, actually their first one in 11 years, a dramatic piano ballad called ‘Skydive’. In all fairness, it’s catchy, except that it’s quite overdone with all four of them  belting, lungs out. And though it follows the typical boyband track formula as 10 years ago, the lyrics' maturity is very evident this time, woven into straightforward and simplistic approach, which I think is enoughly fine. I think that’s all.

There’s a girl with a yellow umbrella for everyone

I’m quite unsure how will long will I ever stop watching that certain HIMYM clip of The Mother drowning over the sentimental La Vie En Rose in ukulele while Ted Mosby on the other side of the wall lethargically nosing round. That every single fucking time I don’t know what to do, I always end up having my eyes, ears and all of me, hopelessly glued over it, hoping it would sort of serve as deus ex machina but instead finding myself ending up complicating my thoughts even more, like.. right now. 

Journey to the Center of the Philippines

One of the best things about Marinduque is that it offers a bit of everything ‒ from its pristine islets, the raw and unspoiled beaches, the green-fanged outcrop of mountains, roaring falls like skeins of white lawns, and even yet-to-be-discovered caves. And not to mention, it’s geographically positioned at the heart of the archipelago from where the official center marker is located, the Luzon Datum of 1911 (further details here). True enough, we had this awesome chance of setting foot at the center of the Philippines, which pretty well served as the highlight of our weekend Marinduque sojourn.

The journey itself was an ultimate test to begin with. Taking aside the climb proper, the ride to the jump-off was something that should not at all be underestimated. From from where we stayed at Bangcuangan Sta. Cruz, we drove to Mogpog town proper with a free lift courtesy of our hospitable hosts, luckily saving us from the initial hassle of commuting. However, things started to go against our side since then; the stars were not friends of ours for the next instances. Soon enough after dropping ourselves off the public market, we walked and searched for the sole jeepney-on-trip to Hinanggayon, the barangay where the mountain’s jump-off point is located. Little did we know that it was their fiesta that day causing the lone jeepney chartered to travel directly to the jump-off unfortunately unavailable.

We've got no other choice but to find for a second plan. Upon few interrogations with the locals for alternate means, we learned that another ride was actually possible, another jeepney with a route that would pass by the jump-off point. In no time, we grabbed the opportunity fingers-crossed for a positive outcome. And to further intensify the trip and enjoy it the best way possible, we opted to ride on topload instead of having cushion-filled and safe seats inside the jeepney. And we did not fail to get the crazy ride we hoped for. Usually, those built-in railings at the topload are intended for carrying extra baggages, goods, and even people for transport to remote areas to maximize the efficiency of the trip. But more to that, it also showcases the natural inventiveness and creativity of the locals, which is worthy to be recognized as a means of tourist attraction, especially for travelers who seek for spiced-up adventures.

However, the supposed short jeepney ride was extended for  a great deal of time as there were lots of stopovers throughout the trip to give way for picking up goods and commodities such as sacks of rice, lumbers, food items, among others, usually from locals who opts not to drain themselves from the tiring ride by just ordering and making arrangements with the driver to save time and energy. Unfortunately, this move is inversely proportional to our comfort and advantage as the amount of space for us over the topload area went cramped even more. A couple of more steps eventually left us with a very tiny room for ourselves to ride., not to mention it’s butt-numbing, causing us to suffer from every onslaught of bumps and humps, given that it was a rough ride during majority of the ride.

Within minutes, we were hitting the road again. Right on top. The adventure furthered as we had to alertly watch our way and shun from the tree branches that were randomly leaning along the way. But it was all worth it as we crossed those roads winding back and forth on itself seeing those full view of the authentic sceneries passing by range of far-off forests, hedges, and the faint patches of the seas and mountainsides. Top-loading is a must-do I believe; otherwise, you’d be missing half of the fun. The risk is always there, but things are more thrilling outside the comfort zone.

It was almost noontime when we reached the jump-off point and the sun was already at its cruelest state. This mere thought was as deadly as it sounds. With a little over a litre of water, a heavy backpack, and a thirsty soul, we started the trek smoothly, and then the real walk unfolds before eventually taking the death defying march to the peak. All those immeasurable grains of sweats, blurry eyes, gasping breaths, aching knees and more, happened under the scorching sun.

And just in time we found we walking that 267-step stair, that before we realized we were there, I had my feet step at that recognized center of the Ph marker. It took me minutes to regain my senses in awe of the unhindered view up there. I found myself celebrating with the grandiose beauty up there, trying to capture its essence with the aid of lenses. The whole voyage was draining but the mere thought of me standing there, exactly at the deemed center of the Philippines, was no less than a priceless tick. 


Ed Sheeran | Sing

X(multiply)’s carrier single video premieres tonight, I mean around 30 minutes ago. And the ginger is back on again with this power-pop track which is for some reason departs from the soft acoustic taste, and at the same time is somehow reminiscent of Justin Timberlake, which is Not A Bad Thing. The best parts though go to the falsetto and the rap parts, no doubt about that. Going back to the vid (which I just finished watching), I bet the puppet industry will at least boost a bit out of this. 

Ellie Goulding | Goodness Gracious

I was supposed to write about ‘Beating Heart’, a track off Divergent I was listening to for a couple of days now, but found this other more interesting Ellie Goulding track on the subway. It’s a pleasant and wonderful dense tale of keeping people who are no good in your life, of life being unfair, and of terrible ironies and clichés. And it all boils doen to the fact that deep down, we are creatures of habit, and sometimes we are programmed to like things we are not supposed to like, to yearn for things we’re not supposed to get. We tend to be like some dogs on the streets fancying over a class A human restaurant. We are forced to believe on some falsities our hearts desire that aren’t even close enough to what we really deserve. Apparently, we’re just some assholes immersing ourselves to various forms of shits (name it), then later hate ourselves for being knee-deep on that shit we throw ourselves into, and sadly, we’ll never know why. 

An Afternoon at McDonald’s

I knew it since then, if not before, that this day might come. But the pain this could bring, the way things could turn out, the time it would occur, and the place it would take place, was something I never saw coming; never this painful, not here, not now. Right here in this awkwardly happy scenery I deemed too inappropriate to break things up, in front of me is someone I could possibly bring to a looming destruction, while resisting myself not to dig on things hidden on this undisclosed, vacuum-sealed, bullet-proof chamber of this tiny powerful organ on my chest. For nearly an hour, sinister silence ruled that field that separates us, that short distance which seemed too far. I was too clueless to utter anything, no, not, never at this time. I had a terrible feeling about this, months, or years ago, perhaps. I have been dancing with fear every time this thought visits me. It gives me creeps. Real creeps. All the time. And it’s happening. This thing I feared the most. Right now.

The past hour had been the longest one I had in my entire lifetime. I looked at those pretty pair of eyes of yours as you calmly sit against me on the other side of the table, imagining of an unimaginable distance, always trying to avoid that densely uneasy look in my unattractive eyes. For a couple of deadly sighs, ocean-deep breaths, and blank gasps, I finally broke that deafening silence by a more deafening and heavy it’s over in a tone I never sounded-like before, in a manner I never expected I would do before, in a circumstance I never imagined ever before. I’ve waited for a response, waited hopefully for a at least a less unfavorable one. But there was none.

Until, an unfamiliar stream of watery thing generously flooded those cheeks of yours. That before the same thing flow from my own eyes; I took the courage to hold those hands of yours you managed to hide under the table the whole time. For the last time, you gave me that it’s-okay-I-understand look before turning your back and walking away towards the wild. Then as you crossed the street away from that place in the midst of that series of jeepneys and cars approaching from both sides of the road, storm of thoughts rushed in, planting bunches of cross to my dying heart. 

And then you’re gone.

People come and go. And it’s painful to accept because when they come, we hold on to an assurance that they would stay. We always miss the part that eventually, under certain circumstances, they will leave. And we refuse to think about it until they do, that when it’s time for them to leave, it’s just hard, so hard, to let them go.

#Fiction #OrNot

Beck | Say Goodbye

Guess what. The mournful ‘Say Goodbye’ is slated to be the next release off Beck’s 2014 gem Morning Phase, one of these days. This is special to me especially that this track reminds me of how great Beck is, plus it slowly grows as my all-time-fave Beck hit next to ‘Nobody’s Fault But My Own’ as of now. I still clearly remember how Beck had me some years ago solely based on vocals, the moment it was introduced to me by a man full of impeccable music taste. And I’m forever thankful for that.

Heavily going way too out of the scene (as I see it) during the last (at least) five years, the Beck-is-done bandwagon has gone full circle. Fortunately, my hopes for Beck’s return have born again as the press releases went out late last year about the possible comeback with a new set of record list, to end that senseless preconception. Not too long after that, early this year, Morning Phase was officially sold out in the market for a piece of fest. Meanwhile, while the album is filled with a Sea Change vibe, I was rather hooked with this other standout, ‘Say Goodbye’. At the first listen I thought, it was intoxicating and fucking gorgeous, solely with the lyrics of internal rhymes, clever consonance, and a resonating, familiar, painful topic – goodbye. 

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