30 1 / 2012
Past 2:00am nearing 3
So i was cleaning up my new room (my parents’ former bedroom). Yes, finally i have my own room after living on a couch for more or less three years since i gave up half of the other room i used to share with my sis. And i thought i would be leaving for omaha to become a hermit so i gave up my bed to my dear nephew David as well. Last December 2011, sis and her son moved out peacefully. Folks took the bigger room and now i have theirs. yey. Ok so i was fixing up some stuff and i found the oldest magazine i had ever laid eyes on. An 80’s volume of a local “Sound Music Magazine”. With Joey Albert on its cover. Hmm soi found an article with mama on it when she was still a singer.
I just copied some part to serve as my own remembrance online before this magazine completely disintegrates.
“Very few local talents can lay claim to being able to sing with a black texture in their voices…to being able to sing with soul whilemoving to the black rhythm. Images of Tina Turner, Diana Ross, Debra Laws come to mind. First as a member of the now defunct Touch Band from where Ric Segreto also came, then as a Cover Girl under the management of Wyngard Tracy, and finally, a solo singer.
Like most local talents, Cyril did not have formal vocal lessons. But she is grateful to have friends like Basil Valdez who have taught her the rudiments of singing, how to bring out the best in her.
Does she regret choosing a singing career over a medical one? This BS Pre-Med and BS Psychology UST graduate apparently does not regret her choice.”
I enjoy hearing about stories of when ma used to sing. It gives me insight. And for her to be singing still even when she was 7 months pregnant with me, means a lot. Seven Months.
It’s amazing how people, and even our immediate family in particular can seem so much the same and yet cannot be, really.
After 22 years of singing (started when i was four, so that’s 26 minus 4 years :p), i am very much convinced that i am not the singer that my mother is or used to be. And there is nothing wrong with that at all. She’s vocally more powerful than i am. I can go on and make a list of our differences, even our reasons for singing are not the same anymore (myself, growing because).
But it does amaze me how people can be so different and yet so connected more as we grow and move beyond things that formerly bonded us together..
I marvel at the thought of how two people can exist doing the same thing and yet with different motives and with different amount of love in their hearts.
I used to question myself and wonder if my singing is only because i want to be like mama or because of having been exposed to gigs from the womb that i ended up in this kind of life, :p
But, no. Finally I am beginnning to see..
There’s more..
I find it amusing in this article how it mentioned that mama chose music over medicine. True. And it’s funny how we never know what’ll really happen. Because years later, she pursued her call to medicine- a different kind of music, ey.
The music never stopped, you know.
All this just makes me wonder about what’s next in my life’s story..
but um i just hope i don’t end up taking up medicine as well okay. Four years of Nursing is enough for me.
But then again..
Dear God, Surprise me. :)
