This song has been haunting me for the past few months. I wonder if the people who know my story think that I tried enough, that I did enough.
There are still days when I feel like I didn’t. Those who know me best, here and abroad, insist that I did everything I could possibly do and more.
I just have to keep telling myself that.
Every day is a long one. The good part? Every day is a new one.
I am quite grateful for the rekindled wonder for music. I’ve always known that I won’t like pop music, but lately, I’ve been surrounding myself with anything and everything I can consume.
It’s quite exhilarating really, but I know soon enough I’ll go back to my roots. For now, I’m enjoying the scouring for new things that I haven’t listened to — for a while or ever — and that’s how I chanced upon Shinedown.
Actually, I’ve been obsessed with Ed Sheeran lately, but more on that later.
I saw this Warner Studio series on YouTube recently and this tattooed vocalist immediately caught my attention. They remind me of Creed and Staind; I’m this close to calling them a hybrid of both.
But hey, I am yet to look into their body of work first before I say anything further.
Anyway, this is the song that made me extra curious about them.
Do you have any suggested Shinedown performances that I should listen to? Comment away!
Some time ago, a good friend invited us to an indie film fest and I saw one of the best films I’ve seen after a long time.
I clearly recall Mayohan and the laughs and tears I shared with the company I was with at the time. It was worth the trip, the trouble, the everything. I wish I can find the director or the crew and just ask for a DVD copy of that film, just so I have a permanent marker of what I had experienced.
And of course, the music.
I honestly believe this music will be included in one of those big events in my life moments. And I am so grateful to have a ton of those still ahead of me.
So I haven’t written for quite some time and it’s a surprise because I don’t even seem to miss it. What I do miss is listening to music.
A very good friend of mine has been my constant supply of cheesy 80s music. I can’t recall the last time I went to a live show. Now that I have all this time to do it, maybe I should just go out there and visit these places again.
Route 196, 70s Bistro, Saguijo to name a few. I should start visiting these places again — and more — just so I can reacquaint myself with the music I’ve easily fallen in love with.
But for now, this cover will do:
the salt of your skin 