Back when Ka Pedro and Danny Boy were the coolest...

/ Saturday, November 12, 2011 /

Before Phoenix, The Amsterdams, Amanda Palmer, Feist and Bloc Party came into the picture, there was once a lanky kid who finished grade school not only with a pseudo-diploma but also with a scrapbook full of Boyzone photos, cutouts and whatnots. The tea-loving Englishmen were her type while the other girls in class were into the Backstreetboys versus N'sync hype. When her seatmate lent her a Jewel cassette tape, she immediately copied the words of  "You Were Meant for Me" at the back of her notebook labeled G.M.R.C. 

A year earlier, she was one of Team Hanson's debate reps against the kids who insisted that The Moffatts were the cutest. But Gil came along and she jumped ship from then on. Before half past four in the afternoon, she sprinted, jumped, and ran not in anticipation for the Milo marathon but to see Donita Rose on MTV Most Wanted. If she's lucky, she might just catch Donita with the goofy Jaime.  On Mondays, she'll spot her secret crush in class  and pretend to randomly ask him if he just saw Alanis or Third Eye Blind on Unplugged over the weekend.

In high school, the same lanky kid took pride in not missing a word while singing to LFO's "Summer Girls"; she didn't mind being labeled Sporty Spice by her four other girl friends when she wasn't even into any type of sport at all, unless you include stalking the basketball varsity boys after school. When one of those boys gave her heartbreak, she sang and can totally relate to No Doubt's "Dont Speak".

And there was no escaping the neighbor's sterio who worshipped Ka Pedro. Which page was Eraserhead's "Huling El Bimbo" in the song hits again? And how about Rivermaya's "Hinahanap-hanap Kita?"

In between those days and today, there were a few more clueless boys she stalked; a hundred song lyrics she wrote at the back of her notebook, and a thousand more miles she walked and ran before half past four in the the afternoon. 

In between those days and today, singing along to the mid to late nineties is, and will always be, the coolest. 

All together now, kids!

I get knocked down. But I get up again. You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away, Pissing the night away.
He drinks a whisky drink. He drinks a vodka drink.
He drinks a lager drink. He drinks a cider drink.
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times.
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times.
Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy, Danny Boy!


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