Songs from Memory: April 2011

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

You're Closer To Me by Matt Monro

Friday, April 15, 2011

Corrina, Corrina by Brooks and Dunn

Let Me Be With You by Jerry Fuller

One More Chance - Teddy Randazzo

Teenage Senorita by Teddy Randazzo

First Love Never Dies by The New Dimensions

I Found My Love Today by Merci Molina

Where Is Tomorrow by Cilla Black

I Only Live to Love You by Cilla Black

She is from England, born in 1943, her real name is Priscilla White and this song was a hit in 1967 according to the information on the LP. Wow, at first I thought it was Donny Osmond singing because his song "Let my people go" does have a resemblance to her but a little higher than her.

[My teenage buddies, Quintin Paredes and Rogelio Sumiguin who were close friends themselves, taught me how to play a guitar with this song. Both Paredes and Sumiguin were under my father's command. If anyone can read this and know these people, I would like to be reconnected to them. Paredes is from Surigao (I forgot which part of Surigao and Sumiguin is from Samar.]
[

Wishing It Was You by Connie Francis

My Promise by Patti Page

Mother Song

There's Always Me by Elvis Presley

Let It Be by the Beatles

Monday, April 4, 2011

My Love For You by Johnny Mathis

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Softly as in a Morning Sunrise

Softly as in a morning sunrise
by Sigmund Romberg/Oscar Hammerstein II

Love came to me, gay and tender
Love came to me sweet surrender

Love came to me,
in bright romantic splendour

Fickle was she, faithful never
Fickle was she and clever
Who will it be forever, forever.

Chorus:

Softly , as in a morning sunrise
The light of love comes stealing
Into a new born day

Oh flaming, with all the glow of sunrise
A burning kiss is sealing
The vow that all betray

For the passion that thrill love
And lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
And let you cruelly fall
So ends its story

Softly as in an evening sunset
The light that gives you glory
Will take it all away.

Recorded by Nelson Eddy
[Class 1967-68, Miss E. Zosa - Class Adviser, St. Mary's High School, Marawi City]

Music is in my heart

Somewhere in time, in someplace called a "hanging city" I was born. I was born wee hours of the morning when the earth trembled.

Probably, the rattling ground was due to the mining force that took place on that day? Of course, this is only my supposition. I did not really gr0w up there as we lived everywhere like what most nomads do.

How did my love of music relate to this quaking place at the time I was born? I have no idea. Just kind of 'phlyarologism' I suppose. Again?

Well, once upon a time, I worked in a local radio in CebuCity as mentioned in one of my blogs. My connection in landing this job was a credit to my friend Cleo Maranga. Cleo had been the Theta Chapter President of the Dept of Pharmacy in Southwestern University. Prior to Pharmacy, she was a student in San Carlos University studying Law. Then there was a shifting sand, so she moved to SWU to pursue Pharmacy.

In those times, I was bit active in our student organization. I was third year and Cleo was in her last league. For some reason, she always trailed me along in every Theta Chapter's activity. Later, I became silently annoyed because my studies sometimes had been abandoned.

Anyway, Cleo surprisingly became an employee of DYRF. Our friendship continued even after she left the university. She took me to her workplace, showed me off to her colleagues, and every now and then, I would go to see her in the station when I had a time out from my studies.

In my last semester, I could not handle the pressures that everybody was putting on me. In demonstration of my rebellion, I did not take the final exam. It was my loss, but I still wanted to get out of the way that was too much for me to handle especially that there was nobody supporting and sympathetic to my cause.

In that same year, I heard of this Broadcasting Scholarship offered to interested parties. I applied and was accepted. Of all the applicants, I was the only one without any communication or journalism background. All the rests were either BS Communication and Journalism or BS Commerce students or even degree holders.

DYLA, the Labor Station, was instrumental for my study of a short Broadcasting Course under the auspices of Friedrich Eibbert Stiftung of Germany. DYRF took me during my Apprenticeship/Training Course, and eventually they absorbed me after I finished the course.

My first stint with the station was as a Field Reporter. I was responsible in gathering news materials and delivered them as stringers direct to the Anchor, (late) Greg (I forgot his family name), who later was to become my boss, being the News Director.

Later, my boss, Mr Nick Ampatin, gave me my first live On-the-
Air time slot on a Sunday which I gave a title "Karambola". It was of a smorgasbord informal and educational program integrated with playing music. Eventually, my boss gave me another program I handled in prime time of weeknights. I chose Filipino Classical program called "Laylay sa Payag".

My love of music took off until the station was finally owned by SVD - San Carlos University. Then I had Fr. Rod C Salazar, SVD, as my boss.

Love,

With Love,

Songs from Memory

Berthold Auerbach says that ...