By: Iris P. Concepcion
What makes a song climb the charts, etched in Billboard memory of greatness? Looking closely at the chord movements, the songs do not difficulty in their melody progressions. D, G and E combination goes along with D, Em, E or Am.
When fixed or morphed from their original forms, they could lose their lustre of time transcendentality. Style Council has gotten in the league of the untinkered "Beatles" in my list of bands. Perhaps, the ditty "You're The Best Thing" is a fixture in my Top 5 list, hovering between 3 and 4.
Its magic lies in part with the closeness of its music's vocal range with the better other. I can already imagine the notes matching his vocal chord.
On another note, I know for a fact that God exists. He made everything move on cue. I am flabbergasted by the precision by which actions click even without the clappers. Children appear from cornfields in exact clockwork; voices come in SFX's via Kurosawa's lenses. I question, sometimes, thrown off-balance to a bad dialogue I myself had produced. More often than not, thy ascerbic tongue gets a bad entrance.
Readers, have you at any point in your life, experienced a Gollum hissing "Laaaaaaabbbbbbaaaaaannnnnnnnn" like a reformed ring keeper?
Bad as I am with improvisation, I tend to match the irreversible sequence with "Panalo kami..............tribu Kenshepshen.........." That is really how this pedicab driver pronounced my surname.
This is definitely a Father's way of making his presence felt. It is a round table of rotations. I know who my parents and friends are. They did not build personal structures off my back, definitely.
The most heavily played are by forces of nature and by, sigh, kernels.
Always, always, the kids control the knobs to hilarity though.
Even when bombed, they shall continue farting, heckling (in a good way), fighting, spooking, laughing and outsmarting people ten inches taller than them.
Even an aetheist would believe it. I can do a Renata Adler short kilt out of this and it shall be wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
Cheers to the rugrats. They who had staged another musical coup via Kulay at Kasarinlan. Its programme swam. I liked best C. Debussy's Jardins Sous La Pluie "Estampes" who is a student of Ms. Cecile Roxas.
As all eureka moments go, G. Gershwin's Three Preludes was a smash. I mean, the pianist is incredibly cute (shades of the composer) and like the patch on his hair, made love with the keys in a rich, opulent, reverse rendition of melodious communication. His nemesis get a homage via a prelude to soul keys. Here is how he aranged it:
Allegro ben ritmato e decisio
Andante con moto e poco rubato
Andante con moto e poco
The arrangement is by Lorenzo B. Medel. Gamma rays in B-flat minor numbers, you did one heck of a hahahahahahahahaha, worldclass musical reverse of the mind.
This time around, the competition got its due of improving its skills (Conrad de Quiros was batting for this route; he got his wish). Some numbers have sleepy intros. When improved by this group, it glides like a surfboard. It is getting there. A free market of aesthetics slamming it out for our own good.
The little tot who shall soon become President; the parents molding the kids (they got free vaccination from health workers who went house to house instead of them trooping in heat to health centers); the circle of L people, thus far, is getting qualitative support daily. Thank you very much.
I sat beside a couple of cute Japanese couple who, also on cue, sleep with me when the numbers get boring. Even in slumber, we coalesce.
Goryong!!!!