I was organizing CDs when...
I came across a CD I burned - assorted songs from Lucas' MP3 collection. He has a lot of weird shit on his PC, weird because, of us siblings, he's the least known for his passion for music. Anyway, he had a bunch of local songs that I didn't have copies of; not because they're rare but because I had a walkman for a very embarrassingly long time and a lot of the music I listened to halfway through college are still in its cassette format. I stole a bunch of Heads tunes and an MP3 of Sandwich's Two Trick Pony which someone stole from a radio guesting and that Kitchie Nadal song that goes "And I don't understand why I'm feeling so bad now..."
Listened to the CD now, because I didn't make a tracklist when I burned it and wanted to find out what was in it (Blind Melon's 3, Massive Attack's Teardrop and Deodato's Peter Gunn, among other things). Stranded (is that the title of Kitchie's song? If not, it's what I'm naming it from now on) was the last track. I've heard this song before of course. One day, though, I was riding home shotgun in the car with Lucas driving and singing along to another random CD, when this song came on.
My brother was singing along so it was pretty hard to miss the lyrics. Then, as if to take things further, he asked me, "This song is so sad, isn't it?" And proceeds to dissect the song, that girl and the boy sung to are not "they" and girl was okay with that, but after a while, it's not okay, etc. And then, since I knew Kitchie and, to some extent, I've been privy to her lovelife, I suddenly knew exactly what the song was about and who the song was written for. And tears just suddenly started to stream uncontrollably down my cheeks.
And Lucas is still going on with his music review when he sees me and stops mid-sentence and gawks, "Joe, are you okay?"
It was so surreal, as if a close friend of mine wrote a poem, or more personal, a letter. Actually, I did feel something like this once when a friend wrote a short story and I knew who it was about and hugged her for a long time. And you could say Kitchie was sort of my friend; she was also privy to my lovelife, to some extent, so it wasn't as if I was just crying because of some industry chismis I heard along the way.
I didn't pay attention to this song before this, though I acknowledged it was catchy and therefore definitely going to be one of her hits. I guess, now, she's not big anymore like she was this time last year, and I was amused by it more than anything. But hearing this song in the car early this year, I thought it was one of the most heartfelt songs I've ever listened to.
Tonight, listening to it again during a wretchedly funny SMS conversation with Swanky, I was half listening, I even laughingly remembered my crying spree in the car, until the last two lines that went:
If all else failed, would you be there to love me?
When all else fails, would you brave to see right through me?
I thought how lucky I am that my tyrant boyfriend would be there to love me, if all else failed. And then I realized exactly what that meant and tears just started to fall down my cheeks.
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In other news, I celebrated my new wellness by teaching all the ballet and jazz classes today except for the babies class that Jacqui taught at 8am. Nobody else was available (Jacqui had wushu evaluations, Lucas had school, Daddy's in the states, Mommy's not trained for that, but did take the jazz class for exercise). I'm tired, but not dead, yay.
Also, I'm so pathetic that I would eat stale popcorn than let Lucas throw it in the garbage bin. *wipes butter off chin*
Listened to the CD now, because I didn't make a tracklist when I burned it and wanted to find out what was in it (Blind Melon's 3, Massive Attack's Teardrop and Deodato's Peter Gunn, among other things). Stranded (is that the title of Kitchie's song? If not, it's what I'm naming it from now on) was the last track. I've heard this song before of course. One day, though, I was riding home shotgun in the car with Lucas driving and singing along to another random CD, when this song came on.
My brother was singing along so it was pretty hard to miss the lyrics. Then, as if to take things further, he asked me, "This song is so sad, isn't it?" And proceeds to dissect the song, that girl and the boy sung to are not "they" and girl was okay with that, but after a while, it's not okay, etc. And then, since I knew Kitchie and, to some extent, I've been privy to her lovelife, I suddenly knew exactly what the song was about and who the song was written for. And tears just suddenly started to stream uncontrollably down my cheeks.
And Lucas is still going on with his music review when he sees me and stops mid-sentence and gawks, "Joe, are you okay?"
It was so surreal, as if a close friend of mine wrote a poem, or more personal, a letter. Actually, I did feel something like this once when a friend wrote a short story and I knew who it was about and hugged her for a long time. And you could say Kitchie was sort of my friend; she was also privy to my lovelife, to some extent, so it wasn't as if I was just crying because of some industry chismis I heard along the way.
I didn't pay attention to this song before this, though I acknowledged it was catchy and therefore definitely going to be one of her hits. I guess, now, she's not big anymore like she was this time last year, and I was amused by it more than anything. But hearing this song in the car early this year, I thought it was one of the most heartfelt songs I've ever listened to.
Tonight, listening to it again during a wretchedly funny SMS conversation with Swanky, I was half listening, I even laughingly remembered my crying spree in the car, until the last two lines that went:
If all else failed, would you be there to love me?
When all else fails, would you brave to see right through me?
I thought how lucky I am that my tyrant boyfriend would be there to love me, if all else failed. And then I realized exactly what that meant and tears just started to fall down my cheeks.
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In other news, I celebrated my new wellness by teaching all the ballet and jazz classes today except for the babies class that Jacqui taught at 8am. Nobody else was available (Jacqui had wushu evaluations, Lucas had school, Daddy's in the states, Mommy's not trained for that, but did take the jazz class for exercise). I'm tired, but not dead, yay.
Also, I'm so pathetic that I would eat stale popcorn than let Lucas throw it in the garbage bin. *wipes butter off chin*