Music…

Far Beyond The Sun

The Yngwie Malmsteen Collection

Yngwie J. Malmsteen
and Words

Instrumental


Historically, my musical tastes have always leaned towards hard rock.  My fascination with music started with Def Leppard, and in many ways that’s the way in which this blog started.  That said, my tastes landed consistently on the hard rock side of popular music.  On one bookend, music from the South Florida airways filled my ears, while I zipped between a half-dozen presets in the car.  On the other bookend, hours of our console television glued to MTV bombarded the senses with flashing images.

Of course, that picture was far from perfect.  Though radio stations of different genres lined the entire dial, I picked the music that sounded familiar and resonated in my ears.  As for MTV, they wouldn’t even play Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean until Epic records threatened to pull their other artists from the channel.  Still, the music continued to flow, and I was none the wiser.

Continue reading “Expanding my horizons”

Music…

The Reflex

Seven and the Ragged Tiger

Duran Duran
and Words

You’ve gone too far this time
But I’m dancing on the Valentine
I tell you somebody’s fooling around
With my chances on the danger line

I’ll cross that bridge when I find it
Another day to make my stand, oh woah
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand, oh woah

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I got horrifically poor grades during my freshman year in high school.  I didn’t try to get poor grades; I simply didn’t care.  At that stage of my life, I simply drifted.  I moved like a car when we lift our foot off the brake.  I moved but barely and with no purpose or destination.  Neither angst nor frustration filled me.  If anything filled me at all was apathy.  I’m surprised that it didn’t end up more horrifically, but even in my apathy, my mind captured facts and some subjects came naturally.

On my second year in high school, I turned things around.  Truthfully, I can’t tell you precisely what changed, though I have some educated guesses.  That return to academics started with an uncharacteristically practical class:  typing.  Each morning, I wondered into the second-floor hallway with the business classes.  Entered a large, brightly lit room with small desks arranged into neat rows.  Each desk held an IBM Selectric typewriter; this was my main tool of the trade for one hour each morning.

Continue reading “One keystroke at a time”

Music…

Start Me Up

Tattoo You

The Rolling Stones
and Words

If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop

I’ve been running hot
You got me ticking, now don’t blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
Never stop, never stop, never stop

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a late evening in 1995, I remained at work until what was an absurdly long day.  Today, I’d have to make an exception and leave before I intended to leave the office.  I needed to go to the grocery store and stock up on supplies so that I may continue the death march.  While most consider the need to do such a grocery run involves staples like milk, juice, and bread, this was far more basic.  At this point, most of what I bothered to go home to do was to shower and sleep.  The basic needs translated to soap, toothpaste, laundry detergent.  While I’d definitely get some food items, they’ll run out before my next need for soap or toothpaste.

Initially, I had not decided to return to the office after my grocery run but nonetheless contemplated it.  I gathered my things into my backpack and slung it over one shoulder.  As I walked out the building to my car, I stopped and chatted briefly with teammates who similarly stayed late continuing to work.  I asserted that I needed to go to the store for items that I absolutely needed.  Their initial look of both contempt and betrayal subsided to be followed by envy.  However, in my insistence to leave for such luxuries as toothpaste, I could gather a few items for them while they resisted making a similar trip.

Continue reading “The Start of an Era”

Music…

Se Parece a Mi Mamá

Canciones para las Madres

Palito Ortega
and Words

Esa flor que está naciendo
Ese Sol que brilla más
Todo eso se parecen
Se parecen a mi mamá

Ese pájaro que canta
Ese río que se va
Todo eso se parecen
Se parecen a mi mamá

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a dark day in 1977, my father passed away.  I was only nine years old and that seemingly simple event changed the trajectory of my life.  Within a year we moved from Puerto Rico to Florida, transitioned from a Catholic school to public school, and switched from speaking mostly Spanish to predominantly English.  Everything in life changed.  I stood in quicksand or during an earthquake.  We lived without an anchor.

Save one.  The lot of us, my two sisters and I, had one source of stability:  my mom.  She spoke little Spanish and practically no English.  She had less than a high school education.  Subsequently, we moved to Florida at the end of that school year and abandoned everything we knew.  My mom, less than five feet in stature, spearheaded a new life, in a foreign land, without knowing the language, with three children in tow.  We had a handful of friends and no family.

Continue reading “In loving memory of my mother”

Music…

Ojalá Que Llueva Café

Ojalá Que Llueva Café

Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
and Words

Ojalá que llueva café en el campo
Que caiga un aguacero de yuca y té
Del cielo una jarina de queso blanco
Y al sur una montaña de berro y miel, todo el mundo
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, ojalá que llueva café

Ojalá que llueva café en el campo
Peinar un alto cerro de trigo y mapuey
Bajar por la colina de arroz graneado
Y continuar el arado con tu querer
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


As I closed the 1980’s, I spent it neck deep in engineering school.  To maximize my education dollar, I packed my semester as close to eighteen as I possibly could.  The University of Miami charged one flat rate for full-time student tuition, that ranged from twelve to eighteen credits.  I came to a conclusion when I arrived as a freshman.  They charged the same whether you take four classes or six, so I might as well take six.

Packing my semester this way had its own set of consequences.  Even as my local friends joked that Miami was ranked the number two party school, it was far from my experience.  I never attended a frat party, or any party actually on campus.  Only once did I step into a fraternity house, and that was to meet one of my classmates to work on a project.  Having endured bullying in middle and high school, I developed a figurative allergy for conformity, and even popularity.

Continue reading “Forget men, let it rain coffee”

Music…

In The Dark

Don’t Say No

Billy Squier
and Words

Life isn’t easy from the singular side
Down in the hole some emotions are hard to hide
It’s your decision, it’s a chance that you take
It’s on your head, it’s a habit that’s hard to break

Do you need a friend?
Would you tell no lies?
Would you take me in?
Are you lonely in the dark?

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


In my early childhood, the closest we got to personal music was a boombox.  Generic gray boxes with cassette players, radios, and extending antennae filled the room with tinny sound from reels of magnetic tape.  Back then, the only headphones you could get were bulky over-the-ear units that resembled the Princess Leia hairdo circa A New Hope.  These ‘portable’ units had battery compartments that housed a half-dozen D-cell batteries.

Upon hitting the 1980’s, the Sony Walkman transformed how we consumed music.  Suddenly, we could each listen to music individually even among others.  It was a package small enough that we could reasonably carry with us.  However, my family was poor, and I could not afford the price tag of a Sony Walkman.  As such we often shopped at the Thunderbird Swap Shop, where we found off-brand and irregular items.  The point of compromise was a knock-off cassette player that I found at one of those vendors.  No warranty, of course, that vendor may not be there the following week.

Continue reading “Will you love me in the dark?”

Music…

Bring Me To Life

Fallen

Evanescence
and Words

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can’t wake up), wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) before I come undone
(Save me) save me from the nothing I’ve become

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


Shortly after the turn of the millennium (yes, I know how that sounds), a song got persistent airplay.  I mean this literally; it was played consistently on the radio.  The radio station pumped that music through the airwaves and into the radio, which I listened to most frequently in my car.  I spent many evenings driving the Western Washington freeways for just the feel of the road.  Naturally, the music added to that bliss.  Mostly, I played my own music.

Occasionally, I tuned the radio.  I darted back and forth among half a dozen preset stations in the car.  The radio DJ’s will normally announce the name of the song and artist either immediately before or shortly after the song plays.  Strangely, for this particular song the DJ’s persistently neglected to mention either one.  One station very maddeningly simply referred to it as ‘the song’.

Continue reading “Finding ‘The Song’”

Music…

Unstoppable

This Is Acting

Sia
and Words

All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town
I’ll do it ’til the sun goes down
And all through the nighttime
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you what you wanna hear
Leave my sunglasses on while I shed a tear
It’s never the right time
Yeah, yeah

I put my armor on, show you how strong I am
I put my armor on, I’ll show you that I am

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


Professionally, I’ve always worked as a computer geek.  It started in 1991 when I came to Microsoft.  As such, we had no official dress code; they didn’t impose any restrictions.  Most dressed comfortably.  For me, that mostly meant jeans or shorts and t-shirts.  Occasionally, I wore tank tops.  Other times, I wore long pants (like khakis).  However, the shirts that amused me most were the superhero shirts.  Afterall, who wouldn’t want to be a superhero?

Over the years, I’ve attended my share of meetings.  Naturally, we occasionally chatted about topics other than work.  During one such meeting, we observed as I wore a Superman shirt, and a teammate wore a Batman shirt.  As we packed up our belongings to leave that meeting, I made a suggestion in semi-serious jest.  I said, “We should coordinate a day when we all dress like superheroes”.

Continue reading “We are superheroes”

Music…

Prometimos No Llorar

Colección de Oro

Palito Ortega
and Words

Habíamos prometido no llorar
Perdóname
Quizás esta sea la última vez que nos sentamos a tomar un café juntos
Quizás es la última vez que nos vemos así que tratemos de estar bien por favor
Me quiero llevar como recuerdo una sonrisa
Por favor no llores más

Te acordás aquella tarde que nos conocimos
Fue muy lindo conocerte
Y fue muy lindo todo lo que pasó entre nosotros, pero
Ya pasó

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


As I lived in the sunny island of Puerto Rico, I first heard of Palito Ortega.  I watched him in a movie in our tiny black and white television.  This aired in the early 1970’s, so there was no means to record it to watch at a later time.  This movie moved me, and I remember vividly to this day.  Besides being an actor in this film, he also sang the title track to the soundtrack.  That said, I’ll reserve writing about that song and that movie for another post.

However, that movie started a trend of our listening to Spanish music in our home.  Subsequently, my older sister became fascinated with different artists and would buy the music for each artist.  This music was often in the form of records.  We collected these large two-dimensional square-foot boxes, filled with music, emotion, and now memories.  We played them through mechanical boxes with needles onto a tinny speaker.  The records, often marred with scratches, rendered the music with similar imperfections.

Continue reading “The profound sadness of one coffee”

Music…

Cuts Like A Knife

Cuts Like A Knife

Bryan Adams
and Words

Drivin’ home this evenin’
Coulda sworn we had it all worked out
You had this boy believin’
Way beyond the shadow of a doubt, yeah

Well, I heard it on the street
I heard you mighta found somebody new, yeah
Well, who is he, baby? Who is he?
And tell me what he means to you, oh, yeah

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I performed astonishingly poorly on my freshman year in high school.  While I definitely could’ve gotten better grades, I basically didn’t care.  I spent much of that year ditching school, though doing nothing of consequence.  It’s not as if I spent it doing drugs or the like; I honestly can’t tell you how I spent that wasted time.  Interestingly, I do have an educated guess as to what triggered that disastrous year, but I won’t bore you with that today.  It was really by pure chance that I only failed one semester of one class (World History); I could’ve done a lot worse damage.

However, once I started my sophomore year, my trajectory drastically shot upwards.  I discovered that I could easily remember details from the lessons; all I needed to do was attend class.  I only missed one day of school that second year; that day was after a bike accident.  Those grades were slightly elevated by my class selection (fewer honors classes), but not by much.

Continue reading “Lessons in the classroom and beyond”