Songs for the soul

A and I had some time to bond before my trip back to Davao tomorrow. A introduced me to the Putumayo World Music label, and gave me CDs of several of its titles. It’s quite an eye-opener — or should I say, “ear-opener” — listening to mostly acoustic music from different parts of the world.

My band

Johnny Panic tagged me with this meme. I thought, why not? Here goes:

Follow these quick, easy steps to make your own band:

01. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

02. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

03. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

04. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it’s more amusing that way.

Mebuyan Peace Project’s new project

Geejay Arriola of the Mebuyan Peace Project emailed to survey what song, from the group’s latest project Mga Kuwentong Bata (Children’s Stories), people would like to watch as a music video. All twelve songs from the album revolve around the theme of a mother’s love for their children and all children.

Why not all of the songs?

Well, perhaps due to funding constraints — we’re talking here of the struggling artist-groups in Mindanao — they can only do one at the moment. (Calling funding agencies! This is one group you should pour your money into!)

So I went to their site to listen to the twelve songs they’ve posted. It is a tough decision to make.

Perhaps, I’ll choose the first song in the playlist: “Ili Ili (Huwag Mangamba).”

Perhaps you can help out? Just go to their site by clicking here.

The Jam

Yes! I found a copy of The Sound of The Jam! By serendipitous good luck, too.

I found myself at the mall, not the usual one where we usually unwind after a hard day’s work, and was just browsing around, killing time while waiting for C’s SMS that she’s done with her errands, when I saw a music store and told myself, why not, and so I went in.

I looked through the bargain bins, then to the shelves, found a CD or two that were interesting, paid for them and was about to leave when — from the corner of my eye — I saw something familiar. And there it was, the two CD and one DVD deluxe edition of The Sound of The Jam!