i realized im starting to get old this weekend. it didn’t really bother me but i just realized that time flew by so fast and before i knew it, 10 or 15 years had already passed.

it started with the death of francis m. hearing his music over and over again as people paid tribute to him brought me back to my childhood. i remember my grade school years when my classmates went crazy singing mga kababayan ko in their loudest voices. people who never liked rap music before suddenly enjoyed rap music. i remember how my classmates would stumble over the words or replace the lyrics with their own words to suit their fancy.

next came the eheads final set concert. i enjoyed this concert even more than the first one. i loved the fact that they sang songs i haven’t heard in at least ten years. wishing wells, back2me, poor man’s grave, fine time…it brought me back to my high school days. i would borrow my uncle’s cassette tapes of circus and cutterpillow and just listen to it. i remembered our house in sta. mesa right when it was still in the middle of construction and we were already living in it. i remembered our old worn out stereo. i remembered lying in my bed in the middle of the afternoon on a lazy saturday and just reading their lyrics. during the concert, i kept singing along but i couldn’t remember the titles of some songs until it reaches the chorus. i remembered the first time i heard huling el bimbo over the radio and how it gave me goosebumps becuase it was just so good. those were definitely the good old days…

i also realize the power of music. it can trigger a single memory and bring you back to places you’ve never been to and people you haven’t seen in a long time. it’s nice to reminisce sometimes. bittersweet, but i like it