Seize the moment of belting out your song Ignore hate, wear your heart on your sleeve Never mind if you are out of key or you squeak Go ahead, let out the music that ascends you
Another Conversation Between Deranged Writers I: Of Bullies & Favorite Songs
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On April 10, 2012, after gulping a can of his favorite Coca-Cola (fresh from the cool refrigerator) at home, The Deranged Writer, in his pambahay outfit, heard a familiar song: Tootsie Gueverra’s “Kaba.” When he heard the OPM hit, it reminded Dewey not of love, but of a hurtful period: third grade. That was the year he was still the butt of the bullies’ jokes, and he was incredibly annoyed by that one classmate who kept singing “Kaba” every morning.
The lyric video for Foo Fighters’ “Of All People.”
Last Friday, April 14, my favorite band in the world, Foo Fighters, released a new single from their upcoming twelfth studio album, Your Favorite Toy, and it’s titled “Of All People.” As per tradition (mine anyway), I listened to the new song more than once, and I loved the fast, aggressive punk sound that reminded me of a shorter version of “White Limo” (a loud gem from one of my favorite Foos albums, Wasting Light). But after the fifth listen, I had to hit pause because my lyric interpretation almost blew a fuse in me, and not in a good way.