RVP Corrective Measures: Nicholas
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If you've been watching cable tv lately, you should have noticed this new program (well not really that new) called HOUSE, a show that stars Hugh Laurie as Dr. Gregory House. Here in Asia, it is currently shown at AXN. I do't know the primetime timeslot since I only catch the re-run every Saturday where I'm not as busy as during weekdays.
At first glance, I thought it was just another medical drama in the mould of E.R. and Chicago Hope. But watching my first episode proved me wrong. I don't even want to classify it in one genre. It’s a concoction of drama, medical stuffs, comedy and investigative approach. It literally kept me glued to the sofa for the whole hour! I think the freshness of the show is its charm. It's like watching ER and CSI in one show with a whisk of Everybody Loves Raymond. The investigation suspense is there, medical mumbo-jumbos are there, and a lot of sarcastic and funny (yet brilliant) delivery of lines. No wonder it is nominated with 4 Emmys this year including a best actor nod for Laurie. This is another one for my tube bag aside from my usual doses of CSI, The Shield and Star world's Rockstar INXS.
Well I'm not there yet (laughs). And I don’t even think I’ll ever be rich enough to make my income exceed far more than that of my needs and wants. In my 30 years of existence I still have to find the golden cup to end all the problems I am having now in my life. But one of the things I cherished more like treasures aside from my family, wife and child is my past. I've never tried to block out the memories of my past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. People who live in the past generally are afraid to compete in the present. I've got my faults, but lying about my past is not one of them. There's no future in it. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now. It molded you to be stronger and better. I think one of my fondest would be my childhood. Until now I still recollect with smiles the times when I go with my parents and siblings to a river picnic or in the beach bringing along lunch and just be who we were--a happy big family. "Happy", I guess was the key why I'm not ashamed to say that I was raised in a rural place. That I played with dirt and ran carefree in the rain with my friends in the grass field. That I was the eldest of 8 siblings who has looked at me ever since as an inspiration. That I was raised in a humble but very warm home. That I've learned so many things in life-- both good and bad--being in the place that I still call home. I've had so many things I can still recall, like pain and hurt and happiness and glee. But shame and to feel sorry are not one of them. It was brief, I know. Because I was too in a hurry to be on my own footing. But it sure was worth to look back for.
Looking back now, I wish I never tried so hard to grow up very fast that I haven't enjoyed that childhood to the fullest. Still, it has it’s own happy highlights worth remembering for. I realize that a very special person passed briefly through my life--and it was not the girls I was foolishly infatuated with when I was young, or the persons I truly idolized before-- it was me. My childhood. Now it is not too late to find that person again. For I have nothing of him but a memory.
When I went home last year in the Philippines I found out that the cassette tapes of my favorite musicians that I used to collect from college out from hard-earned money were deteriorating. I can't even play them anymore because most of them are already infected with dust fungus. I was miserable to say the least, because most of these songs were part of the most memorable days of my college life. I was not really concerned that I cannot play the music anymore. I was more attached to the sentimental value that my collection holds. This collection was as varied as my mood. They range from classics such as America, the Eagles, and the Beatles, to metal (Poison, Megadeth, Slaughter, Metallica, etc.) to Grunge music (Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Sound garden, Verve Pipe), to Punk ( U2, Duran Duran, Greenday), and even mellow music like Barry Manilow, Jose Mari Chan and Tommy Paige. Though the rock albums far outnumbered the mellow/ pop ones.
I remember that back then, I get criticism from older folks about my choice of music. And I used to laugh a lot when I hear these crap from people. I can't understand why they like branding rock music as the "Devils Music". And Mellow gospel and pop music has always been the goodie oldie-friendly tunes. It makes me sad to know that people judge music by its loudness or the costumes performers wear. I agree that there has always been a strong relationship between music and religion. Maybe it is because they both plug directly into the heart and can have real power for good or evil. But saying that it is an evil deed to listen to rock 'n roll or headbanging to metal and grunge band is insane! Music is beautiful. And it is irrelevant or even unfair to classify music in lieu to one's religion or being typecasted as being an evil sound just because it's loud and it has guitar riffs that echoes. We have to face the fact that good music is good no matter what kind of music it is. I mean, there is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music. People are people. And like any ordinary person, we dream, we cry, we laugh and we feel things like love, hate, joy, pain, and so on. And being in the moment of these feelings, we need something to capture that feeling. To bookmark it in a compartment in our brain and recall it whenever we need it to. We need magic, and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it. Like me, I can still remember the days that I was doing graveyard shifts with my design plates-- and this is further amplified in our memories when we hear music that was played on during those times, or albums of musicians you used to pound the boombox with while drawing dusk till dawn. Music is like an instant recollection- activator. And we always associate it with the highest and lowest moments in our lives. So irregardless of what kind of music it is, as long as it hit you straight in the heart, be with it. Screw the hypocrites. Rock music is good music. And never will I resign to the idea that it is the music of the devil. For heaven's sake, I wont let the devil have all the fun!