I have to admit: this is the best bit from this year's Coachella.
Brilliant, hair-rising, spectacular, but it's also kinda scary, ain't it? Next thing we know Joe Strummer or John Lennon is performing somewhere in Glasto.
One of my favorite hobbies is looking through pictures of The National on Tumblr and guessing who is Aaron and who is Bryce.
So tell me: is it Aaron looking at Bryce or is it Bryce looking at Aaron?
Tunog bipolar dahil sa nakaraan kong post, pero umiiyak yung ate ko kanina. Naiintindihan ko siya sa nararamdaman niya. May mga tao lang talagang sadyang walang konsepto ng respeto, at sana hindi na lang nag-eexist. Lecheng mga taong yan. Needless to say, love-related ito, pero hindi ko na idedetalye dahil wala rin itong patutunguhan. Hinagod ko na lang yung likod niya at sinabing huwag nang hayaang maapektuhan ng taong yun. Sinubukan kong mag-relate ng personal experience, pero napagtanto ko na hindi rin makakatulong.
Aminin naman natin na sadyang nakakapagod ang araw na ito. 40 days ni nanay, nagkasunog sa kabilang kalye, Binibining Pilipinas sa gabi, Radiohead Coachella sa hapon. In no proper order syempre. Hindi rin sila magkakalebel: naganap lang talaga sila sa iisang araw. Iba rin pumagod ang Linggo na 'to e no? Anyway, brangpagod. Basta mahal ko ang ate ko. Sana maging okay na siya at ang mga bagay-bagay.
Medyo walang kuwenta itong post na ito, pero tangina naiirita na naman ako kasi kauuwi lang ng ate ko at hayan na naman siya, ang ingay ingay, makasigaw, makasita, lahat na lang. Pagod na nga sa trabaho, may panahon pa rumatatatatatat. Brang-ewan. Lahat na laaaaang. Imbiyerna. Sarap busalan. Manahimik na lang, please.
PS. After 30 minutes -- ayan tahimik na. Medyo. Pero nagdadabog pa rin. Hanuba ma'am. Pahinga na lang, K? Ala-una na ng madaling araw e.
Whenever I'm on my way to the office, I always feel that I should be going back home instead, in the comfort of my bed and blanket, doing nothing but listening to music and thinking of old memories and new ones.
Posting it here so I'd remember what to do next time. Make Matt or Aaron or Bryce a postcard! And request "Baby We'll Be Fine." Hay, so much for dreaming.
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"When The National came to Tucson last year, I wanted nothing more than to hear Slipping Husband. I made a little postcard with the lyrics (see below). During a quiet moment, I shouted, “Matt, I got you a postcard!” He came to the edge of the stage and took it from my hand. He jokingly collapsed and said “Oh my God, there’s anthrax on it!” But he set it down, and said he would read it later. Realizing that would defy its purpose, I blurted out, “Can you play Slipping Husband please?” Matt laughed, and said a terse, “no.” Aaron explained, “We don’t play songs that are that angry anymore.” Bryce offered to play the first two bars. He did so, and I was overjoyed. Good enough for me. It was so cool to have such a personal interaction with one of my favorite bands DURING their show. It was definitely a moment I’ll never forget. On my way back to my car, I saw Bryce at the stage door, and got him to sign my copy of the Conversation 16 lyrics that the tech gave me after the show. He gave me a message which gives me a bit of hope, promising to play Slipping Husband next time. Now I just have to figure out how to remind them…"
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