iPOD
Wicked is how I would describe my reading shit for the past month. I got hold a book I fancied because of one thing close to my heart, music.
“I Pod, Therefore I am:Thinking inside the white box” by Dylan Jones was a trip through decades of music describing the transitions and fads and the things that really mattered in music. From his early days as a vinyl record collector to tapes, to CDs, MP3s, and itunes and all the techie shit that I do not freaking understand, Jones masterfully drew a time line of music close to my generation.
Glam rock, Roxy music, David Bowie, The Clash, Pistols, new romantic, new wave, punk, and every music culture in the fringes. He explained it just how I would like to tell stories of my experiences experiencing these music that was integral to my development, if there is development, as a human being. his passion towards music was translated in his lifestyle as a music writer in magazines famous in the United Kingdom. He did met thousands of musicians and how it affected him.
His continuous praise of the apple IPOd, Steve Job, and everything that constitute the success of IPOD is however a bit annoying for my comfort. But hell, the book’s title itself would not hide the glorification of the Ipod. It is interesting to note though the story of Steve Jobs and his ways and his genius.
Another point of interest is how Dylan Jones showed the egalitarian nature of the IPOD as it does not discriminate the music it will play once you put it in shuffle mode. Why it reminded me of my days when I keep in secret some music that I listen to like Madonna, Prince, The Romantics and other Top 40 hits because the music one listens too defines the person, then, I think. Punk, New wave, preppy, metalheads, and the bagets type with JC Bonnin and Ramon Christopher dancing to Growing up by Gary Valenciano. But with the Ipod, your defined coolest song can be played besides the music skeleton in your closet.
roller coaster reading
Its been a roller coaster ride with my book reading for the past month as I balance my act doing different things trying to make myself look as busy as possible. But even the intention of looking busy falls short as I still enjoy just lying in bed and sleep after getting tired eating a fully loaded dinner.
I always promise myself to remember things interesting with the previous two books that I’ve read but it all redounds to nada. I did laugh out loud with the parts when I am supposed to laugh and felt sad when the part of the stories demanded or begged for it. But I am stupid for not remembering memorable lines, or quotes. I envy those who can quote story lines and use it to stress a point or make their explanation more colorful and dramatic. Like when someone compares something to a moon, or something, or a sun, or wind, to that effect.
Chump Change by David Eddie was realistically written creatively. It mostly covered how a 30 something male slacker turned corporate then slacker again relates to the contemporary world. The main character continued to struggle with him self with what life he really likes and what the world expects from him, a well educated, master degree holder slacker. I bought the book for P20. Yes, P20 and was planning to sell it for P40. But after reading it, it will be worth so much more than that price. Maybe P120 will do.
Hard to find, easy to read, a guy lit, for one, and poignantly funny and heartwarming.
Villa Incognito by Tom Robbins is a freaking rolling on the floor laugh out loud book about Japanese fable characters and a story only Robbins can get away with. A sex-crazed Tanuki, or a badger, who served as a messenger of the gods, seduced and screwed humans that started a lineage that affected their world in a crazy way.
I learned from this book that Tom Robbins is a south east asian fanatic enjoying the study of southeast asian culture and all the shit. That is crazy! Hope he writes something about the Philippines. That would be the bomb.
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