Since a lot of you loved that Bowie song so much I figured I’d share this private mix. This by far is the longest I’ve taken to trim down a short list and I hadn’t done such a great job at it, what with 34 tracks. Most songs were very close to home. Dropping one meant heartbreak.
Memories of night drives are one of the most prominent things I remember when I look back at all four years of college. I remember shouting at the back of a friend’s pickup truck under the starriest sky I’ve seen with all the old friends I missed. I remember driving to the shore to break bottles over rocks with a very somber cousin. I remember being pulled over in Makati one stupid night. I remember a designated driver shouting at graveyard shift construction workers for directions and laughing my butt off. I remember it raining and my sister and I speeding to a Stars song because it felt like it needed to be done. Ex-lovers die.
I remember take out, rolled down windows, my left hand warm. Etc, etc. This is my dearest baby. Take a few people you love and drive around on what’s left of your holiday break, why don’t you.
01 Cheap Trick - In the Street
02 New Radicals - Mother We Just Can’t Get Enough
03 Wilco - A shot in the arm
04 Said The Whale - This City’s A Mess
05 Passion Pit - Seaweed Song
06 STRFKR - While I’m Still Alive
07 Eric Crusher Ft. Chloe - Unicorn
08 David Bowie - Heroes
09 Keane - Silenced By The Night
10 Tom Petty - Learning To Fly
11 Badly Drawn Boys - Time Of Times
01 French Kicks - The Trial of the Century
02 Wheat - Don’t I Hold You
03 Rhye - The Fall
04 Racing Glaciers - South
05 Stars - Your Ex Lover Is Dead
06 The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes
07 Yelle - S’éteint le soleil
08 Rogue Wave - Everyday
09 Wild Nothing - Paradise
10 Now, Now - School Friends
11 College - A Real Hero (feat. Electric Youth)
01 Hellen Stellar - Io
02 The Cranberries - Linger
03 Toe - Two Moons
04 The Perishers - Nothing Like You and I
05 Alex Turner - Hiding Tonight
06 Ray Lamontagne - Hold You In My Arms
07 Ryan Adams - Wonderwall
08 Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla
09 Incubus - Friends and Lovers
10 Alexi Murdoch - Orange Sky
11 Jonathan Rhys Meyers - This Time
01 Ziggy Marley - Drive
Brandon Boyd + Hurley Mural
If your band weren’t named after a demon that rapes women in their sleep I actually think my father would approve of you.
You are a man that knows his shit, BB.
BB talks about his creative process. Covers quite a lot of things. Why I love him, mainly.
Incubus - Aqueous Transmission
Before any more of you guys get any ideas about how “cool” I am for having a surfboard.
Well. Sorry to disappoint but I am not. I think I’m not even sorry. haha. This is not mine. A friend just lent me this. And yesterday he had me had me draw things on it to get back together with my other friend. It just so happens that I’ve yet to prepare this for them for tomorrow because I have to leave town so it’s lying on my bed while I pack. I don’t surf.
But I’m going to have a blast this summerrrrr! Mohohohoho
I’ve got a shitload of things to do but this is for you. Every one of you.
A hot man of, then, thirty one, once told me it’s friends, lovers or nothing - there can really only ever be one. “There’ll never be an in between so give it up”, he said. I bought it, at the tender age of sixteen and made a mental note. LOL, I carved it all around the walls of my brain.
So, that’s that. Ends three ways; manage to keep things platonic and stay friends. Great. Fortunately they let you in, then, wow, good for you. They don’t and the feeling stays, then paper bag over the head and scram.
Too obvious moves.
That’s why I feel a burgeoning compassion for those who still stand and stick around at the gates to get even just glimpses of what it’s like on the inside. People with much love. I’d love to offer them the free advice and spare them the agony but a love that big deserves to be bathed in the light of day, not muffled in the hopes of it eventually dying out just because of the dictates of made-up beliefs of hot men.
I have no genius game plan to propose for them to finally rid that person’s head of the friends-lovers-or-nothing concept, I’m all out of fool-proof schemes at the moment, but this post is dedicated to them. To you guys who are now sheepish with the realization that I actually am referring to you. Yes, you with the tad bit too many song lyrics all over your facebook walls and tumble logs that hit home. This is for you.
I dub thee noble barf bags.
Here’s for being there when they need you and when they don’t.
Here’s for being close by lover after lover so you could clean up after the mess that they are in in-betweens. I know you look forward to those in-betweens because you can pretend you have them all to yourselves even when all you talk about is that lucky douche.
Here’s for not loosing your cool when they make it clear you can’t be more than friends.
Here’s for having them at their worst and loving them, still.
Here’s for picking up the slack when you know you really don’t have to.
Here’s to sitting, waiting, wishing.
You deserve love, but all you get is a blog post. YOUR LIFE: HOW UNFAIR. Haha. Kidding aside, I do hope you get what you want in the end.
Another hot man of thirty five (must be wiser) just recently told me we should never have to defend being friends and lovers. Boy, I hope that whomever it is that you guys have been making a fool of yourselves for all these years, they start listening to Incubus.
Incubus - Promises, Promises
” ‘Promises, Promises,’ is a story about a girl and a guy — go figure — and the girl has built up so much armor around herself with the things that she knows how to do.
“And so, I used these metaphors in the song of, like, magic, like she’s an illusionist, so she creates these illusions around her,” he continued. “And she’s gotten so good at it that she meets somebody who potentially could be someone that could help her break through those illusions and those walls, she can’t really recognize that he could be the real thing, or they could be the real thing, so she’s asking him for one thing: ‘Don’t make me any promises.’ “
—Brandon Boyd, in an interview at MTV
I CAN HAZ A TUMBLR MEET UP?
Philippines. Manila. As in in the next couple of days. Preferably Araneta, tomorrow?