I want to evolve as an artist. There’s so much music I don’t know about yet. I want to go on the road with my friends who are artists. I want to go and see things as a fan again. I am a fan, but I can’t remember what it feels like to be a fan anymore. Because I’ve become an artist. I’ve become the artist.
Thank you to my boss Gerald for showing me this version of Shake It Out. Florence Welch tickles my soul.
And to you dear reader, here’s a fantastic blend of indie, soul and rock.
I woke up to this song and I knew I am so in love with this pairing. Fantastic friends. Both old souls. Both with amazing talents. And both I’d pay to see on screen again. :)
Happy new year, everyone. :) Kiss more, hug people tighter.
So lately, I’ve been pretty much plagued with this song. I think I heard this song from 99.5 RT (been listening to it a lot lately, and Imma liking them!). Since then, the song has been stuck in my head.
If you’ve known me for a while now, you’ll notice I’m quite reserved when it comes to pop songs, especially when they’re too cheerful. I think this song caught me at a time when I was really really sad and it just perked me up. Hahahaha. I wish I can say much to my dismay, but it really is impossible to listen to this song and not be the tiniest bit happier.
Sadly, their record label dropped them last August. It didn’t take them long to disband altogether.
Awww. I guess I wasn’t meant to be a fan of pop? And maybe just the song? Hahahaha. Either way, this picks up my mood. :)
Tomorrow is another big day for this family as we celebrate Chuchi’s first year. I’m quite excited, though I am not thrilled that Marga seems to be sick. I’m praying for it to go away tomorrow, and at the same time, for the medicines to kick in. Science and faith should go hand in hand right? :)
Anyway, I’m just here in Kuya Pao’s room, trying to shake off the extra sugar I consumed in the form of Kit Kat flavored ice cream, when all of a sudden I hear this faint music. And I remember how much I love this song.
Never fails to haunt me. Never fails to enthrall my senses.
See the storm set in your eyes / See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
the salt of your skin 