posted by Nk. at 7:57 AM

I was just about to go with a profound, dramatic one-liner entry on how these days I feel like I'm running out of time or a flailing in the wind like, you already know, don't you? to no one in particular but no, let me waste this space by throwing a fit: to all those people making Tagalog versions of recent pop hits, die, die, die!!!1!!

When the bus I was in from Legazpi hit Manila early yesterday morning I was treated to a medley of tagalized (yes, there is such a word, folks) and did I mention butchered versions of Flo Rida's Low, Rihanna's Umbrella, Akon's Smack That and some other shit that did not retain itself in my memory because I was thankfully nearly paralyzed from the eight-hour trip and still too sleepy to think.

And then this morning I was assaulted by the sight and sound of some LOLtist performing her version of Fergie's Clumsy ("ako'y natisod, natapilok, umikot, di nag ingat sa pagmamahal" bullshit) in some morning TV show and it nearly drove me to slash my wrists, pray the rosary, shave my head, or do some crazy sufi dancing in the hopes of warding off the evil spirit of stupidity.


God.


Yes, if this is what you call local music these days I would rather listen to a goat bleat, thanks much.



And oh. Who the hell made that awful remake of Gary V.'s Each Passing Night?? Keeriist.

Labels: anger mismanagement, the local music scene