DJ mishaps

• Author: Kim
• Filed under: Uncategorized
• Date: Nov 16,2006

So I did my usual Thursday 6-10 shift today at the station and guess who I got to talk to?

Sandwich.

And I was so friggin nervous! I thought that the interview was way before my shift. But then they were late so they bumped off the interview slot to MY shift. Why me? Not an interview with the guys whose music I totally dig. I ended up saying really dumb things like, “Oh, I love your music,” yada yada and something tactless like, “How is the new Sandwich like sans Marc Abaya?”

To which they cleverly replied, “So much cuter and better.”

And I said to myself in my head… Oh. My. God.

We’re bashing Marc Abaya on air.

And they did like a reverse interview thing, I was asking about their favorite color and they started asking ME about my favorite color and what I was wearing (cyber sex daw). Ano ba yan! If I’m not starstrucked enough, as soon as I got home, here comes Edward telling me how he talks ever so casually with Mong. Casually put. Yeah. I think I like being the quiet listener and all until I muster enough guts to act rockstar-ish enough when dealing with scene idols…

And just when that was over, I had to do my shift’s second hour interviewing a local band, Plastic Butter. Pretty tight music, and they actually have a gig this upcoming Saturday at Music Fear (in front Orange Grove, me thinks). Lovely part about being a DJ I guess and meeting all these people is getting free CDs and stuff. Yey! I’m totally aimless with the post and the words are just gushing out my fingers recklessly. So without further ado, let me end this entry right. About. Now.

Let’s bop to it

• Author: Kim
• Filed under: Uncategorized
• Date: Nov 13,2006

I’m not that big of a fan of RnB and Hip-hop. It’s not that I automatically dislike how it’s made, because there’s a part of me that can appreciate a good RnB song when I hear one, it’s just that I’m not really that in to the whole culture behind it. We’re not talking about old school black music here like what Ray Charles used to make. This time around you hear about ghetto love, boo, and something that sounds a lot like sex. There you go. Sure, we’ve got a lot of talk about sex and violence in other genres. Maybe the difference is in the delivery. So it’s always a different case when you hear someone like Danity Kane or Snoop Dog talk about sex and drugs, as opposed to, say, Oasis.

That’s just it. The attitude is just beyond me, and I try to be careful not to diss that kind of attitude even if sometimes, I just want to whenever I see some Filipinos walk around like they’ve got mo’ money and mo’ problems. Hip-hop endorses a lot of grandeur. Sometimes the kind of grandeur that looks off on Filipinos. I usually keep these observations to myself but there are times that catching the trend seems unnerving. If someone wants to act black so bad, please do so without acting like you’ve got enough reason to start acting like a “pimp”. It’s not phat, dude. And I’m talking about just some people who seem to find a liking to disrespecting women. I’ve seen some of them lately and they piss me off.

Sometimes I just wish people have enough cultural sensibility to tell the difference between what’s natural and what’s not. I have no problem with people bopping to RnB and Hip-hop just as long as they’ll realize that common sense tells us what looks baduy.