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!

Thanks to Neon Boy of Jones Town

It’s been a long time since I wrote here last. That doesn’t mean in the hiatus I’ve been musically-deprived. Just lacked time, really, to log on about my life’s soundtrack.

I’ve wanted for so long to write about the music that made a difference to me – especially during my more impressionable years – and then, thanks to Neon Boy of Jones Town, I don’t have to because he captures exactly what I would’ve said about the Sex Pistols and John Lydon, and everything else surrounding punk music as it is regarded now. Take it away …

“God Save the Queen…”

Life during wartime

Here’s some music by the Talking Heads that may seem appropriate for the times – what with heightened tensions looming across the horizon as government troops are bent on pursuing the Abu Sayyaf, and perhaps also Moro Islamic Liberation Front (jeopardizing the ongoing, if it’s not stalled, peace process) in the hinterlands of Basilan.

Emo # 1

I thought this was just a passing trend. But it seems more and more students in my school are going emo – either dressing up somewhat like the kid pictured above (image from Wikipedia) or wanting to dress up like that (but don’t have the nerve). Whichever way they go, most are into listening to this kind of music. Writing assignments for classes would also yield several papers on the music or the culture. Which is really why it piqued my interest – I felt like a dinosaur.

Me who used to sport hair cropped at the sides and waxed into spikes at the top, who wore tattered and/or ripped black shirts and jeans and flipflops (because I live in a tropical country and DMs aren’t really working class shoes around these parts).

So here goes my investigation, taking into mind that I’m looking at it from my late ’70s and early ’80s punk and new wave shades…

I’ll keep you posted.