I watched the DVD version of Amadeus, that oscar-winning 1984 biopic of Mozart last Thursday. The lead actor there whose name I forgot looked like a goofy (and shorter) version of Colin Farrell but looks aside, I can say he essayed the role convincingly and the message for me was loud and clear: Herr Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus (Amadeus) Mozart kicks ass!
FYI, "Amadeus" is Latin for "Beloved of God" and that movie showed how much love our main man got from Him. Man, I love it when it showed him playing the piano at age 5 (or was it 4?) blindfolded…and with hands crossed. Of course, much historical inaccuracies and exaggeration went into the fabric but I won’t discuss them point by point because this is not intended to be a high-school movie term paper ayt!
The movie struck a (pardon the pun) chord personally because I’ve always been a music junkie and I’ve always gaped in awe at people who could arrange sound in such a way that it becomes pleasing to the ears. I mean, I can play the guitar, yeah, but not without someone tuning it for me. I’m better off playing the Kubing, a native Filipino wind instrument goes boink-bo-boink-boink when you put it in the hollow of your muck and pluck the pointed end. See, I think I’m tone deaf. when I was in college, I used to wait until the room upstairs was empty then I whip out my old turtleback guitar and slip a blank tape into the cassette recorder to capture those fleeting moments of inspiration in words and music. I ended up with a cacophonic mess that won’t even pass for dogfart.
I gave up my dreams of rock n’ roll grandeur and musical genius after a few sessions.
But I never gave up my love for music. I tried my hand at singing but then my hands are no good and moreso my voicebox so I just sat back and enjoyed whatever music was there that could perk me up, make me wax sentimental or just plain happy…or uplifted maybe. i will never be a Rock God but I learned to just appreciate drinking music to the last drop and slamdancing with all sorts of nincompoops at eheads and sandwich or slapshock concerts. I learned that "pure shores" by All Saints is good for reminiscing corny beach "outings" and that "out of reach" by Gabrielle can teach you the meaning of loneliness and loss while doing 120 at the SLEX. I also learned that "Like a Friend" by Pulp (Great Expectations OST), is good for those days when you have a crush on a classmate and your "tulay" does everything she can to make you two an item but it all falls short and you end up writing tacky notes like some crazy midnight-snack-to-keep-you-up or whatever. I haven’t been within a few inches of an airplane but if I ever get to ride one I think "747" by Kent is the perfect air trip song. Barkada blues belongs to songs by "The Dawn". Enya, Enigma and Sugar Hiccup make good soundtrack when I’m painting or writing poetry…and Mozart? Well i like the movie but I’m not yet seriously into digesting titles like Veni Sanci Spiritus or La Nozze de Figaro, which by the way sounds more like coffee to the barbarian in me:) All I know is that music is the perfect drug and I’ll take it with or without prescription.
As for buying original music? Well…
com.ments