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Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Phantom I Couldn't Fathom

Forgive me for feeling very nostalgic right now, for I know I shouldn’t. (Hey, why do I have to ask for an apology? This is my blog!) My mind is just susceptible to conceive the idea of how music could be very therapeutic to some of us, of how it could mend a deserted heart that feels so far away and of how it could ruin it once again. Luckily, I’m one of those people who easily recall memories affiliated to a certain, let’s say, significant song, but it’s not always the case. I might find it funny and ironic sometimes how I bring to mind a certain memory when I hear a certain song quite irrelevant to that memory. I’m talking about the unthinkable ones. If I could just use that “skill” in academic stuffs, I wouldn’t probably have the glitches I’m suffering from right now.

I can’t really consider myself as an opera fan, but I love singing the songs. I even had a hard time understanding the lyrics and the story especially if soprano singers sing it in falsetto with overused vibrato (bitter right here). But if the lyrics are tagos sa puso, it doesn't necessarily implies obsession, but I know it’s going somewhere similar to that. That’s why I officially included some of the songs of The Phantom of the Opera as some of the very few songs that are close to my heart; in fact, even inside of it.

I know I can be quite random sometimes. I haven’t undergone music therapy lately, so right now I feel like bringing back those memories again as a result of not listening to songs for weeks. So with All I Ask of You and Think of Me, I felt like crying again. I don’t know why I do that, or even listen to them though I know the fact that I’d be crying if I would, not really every time I listen to them, since I seldom get immensely immersed into music to the extent of crying.

So I’ve got some samples for you to listen and realize why I very much love these songs.









I get kilig with this, until now.


This blog post solidly has a significance to me despite the memories that come rushing and the lousy editing I've done to the pictures for the playbill of our version of The Phantom of the Opera which were taken three years ago. That's why, I don't have the guts to post them here.

Think of all the things we've shared and seen. Don’t think about the way things might have been.

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