I’ve never heard of Party Punk before I joined my new band. So there really is such a thing. I had my first gig with them last night at Frissan’s, which really isn’t saying much because I think I suck. Heh. Self-ridicule is the best promotion ever. I hope Davao hears more from Gravity 404.
So they say that stuff from The Strokes can count as party pank. What about The Breeders and Le Tigre? Isn’t that party-ish enough? I mean one thing I learned though, Party punk is really about simple sounding riffs (note the use of the word sounding), thick bass lines and crazy, crazy sonic guitars, perky, perky beats and definitely non-sappy lyrics at best. How do you qualify that? God knows. Musical classification has always been a fluid theory. You just can’t put your finger on it but it makes sense as soon as you hear the material and you know a little bit of context.
By the way, I ought to plug my friend’s band Narda. They just released their newest album Discotillion which will shortly be going out through the record stores near you. Maybe not too far from now, I’ll be selling some copies myself, if consignment issues push through hahaha. Anyway, they’re this cool retrosoundingpostpunkishgodknowswhat band, but seriously I’m not a reliable source of critique as of yet because 1.) I’ve only heard two songs from their entire album and 2.) one of the dudes from the band’s my friend and I owe him too many backhanded compliments to even have the gall to plug them here. Do correct me if I’ve misinterpreted anything. Tuggishk, for effect.
Will talk more later.
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I almost forgot to mention about this new bar that opened up at McArthur Highway (right next to the old Petron gas station and in front of Ateneo high). It’s called Moonstomp and the place is very Mayrics-ish. I swear, I have found my Ibiza! It’s owned by one of the coolest people you notice around Davao city, if you get out enough.
Last night, they had party punk acts and some electronica. The only band whose name I caught was the one my friend Pink was with, Gravity 404. Loved their set (or at least half of it, because that was all I caught up with). In any case, it’s actually peculiar that I suddenly had the urge to text Jaenor (this guy who has been asking me to session for their band, who I’ve never met in my life) to ask if the offer was still up. And the next day he replied and told me that it was still open. The weirder part is, he was actually in Moonstomp the night I was there and he was with the band I just mentioned. Whoohoo. So at least I know I’m with the right people. (Smiles.) Can’t wait for Wednesday’s jam session.
I really want to start a shoegazer band, but I don’t think anyone’s in to that here. Which reminds me, I miss my bandmates! One’s in Cebu, another’s in US, and then another’s in Manila. Come on, give me a break kids. Davao’s the place to be at this point. We ought to warm up on the scene here.
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I joined a DJ hunt for UR97 just for kicks and for some reason, I’m actually looking forward to advance in this thing. I mean, the way I see it, if I start working as a jock, I’d be earning money. And the money can go to things I want to spend on for example, a ticket back to Manila. Yes, I’m doing the math already.
I mean, how did that go? If my audition meant anything, it certainly would not be nerve-racking. It’s strange enough that it was all too natural to me. Talking. Talking. Talking. And music seemed like a surplus of thought rather than a forefront, because it’s like my second nature already. I was already thinking about how immensely exciting it would be to get to host rock shows if ever I get in. I mean, beat free tickets, y’all! More bands to review for this website!
Okay, okay, maybe I’m getting too excited and I might get my own medicine by not making it eventually. I’m supposed to hear about the results later, but something tells me that if they don’t find anyone promising from the DJ hunt they’ll be holding in other schools - well, well, well.
I’m doing my math already.
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I’m really in the mood for thinking of someone. Yes, this blogger has a “heart” after all.
Reviewing:
1.) Coldplay - Sparks
2.) Damien Rice - The Blower’s daughter
3.) Blur - Out of time
4.) Julie Delpy - Ocean apart
5.) Broken Social Scene - Lover’s spit
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If you’re ready for this, kids, my music reflects a lot about my “emotional ressonances”. A friend of mine argues that emoting over music is redundant because music is already feeling. The way I see it, it’s hard to deliniate the two, but we ought to realize that a song cannot be a song without the meaning or sentiments that a person can attach to it. So this entails that a person is separate from the song and whatever was meant by either is something that’s unique from each other. In the end, the meanings might converge. Feelings are never redundant, they’re more often than not, refreshed in us through songs. It makes more sense that way.
Does it?
Currently reading Germain Greer’s Sex and Destiny. Western context though, but Greer pulls it off with her wit and superb analysis.
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