I woke up dazed at about six this morning only to realize that it was Tuesday and I should be at work that very moment if I didn’t lose track of days and if my alarm didn’t lose its purpose. No manager would ever consider accepting those unreasonable reasons so I thought of a plethora of other possibly valid excuses. I’m adequately equipped with alibi creation skill but my honesty outweighs it. I called in sick anyway and lie on the couch like a true sick person would do and tune the TV to MYX, the number one music channel in the Philippines, at least that’s what their marketing catchphrase says.
Suddenly, as if I just rode a time warp, I’m back in 2005. I used to sit on the couch the whole weekend despite my mothers plea for me to get a social life. Who needed to go out with friends when there was good music to enjoy. Pinoy alternative rock (I guess we could just call it that) saved me from the elusive dangerous bliss of reality. There were three tsunamis of OPM rock, the 80’s, 90’s and the most recent came in 2005, I was fifteen. Its rise was breathtaking and the climax was explosively glorious. What started with bands that presented themselves as bubblegum versions of Eraserheads, ended with musical maturity of The Dawn. It was an incorporation of the previous opm rock coupled with good looking vocalists and mysterious long haired bassists. Just like a plague it was contagious, every kid owned an acoustic guitar and most bands started making similar music. It became a huge bandwagon, literally, and everybody was riding it.
After four glorious years the tune gradually faded, the tide slowly subsided, all the song had been sung and the people started embracing foreign artists again. OPM rock found its way on a familiar tiresome descent. It has fallen to a coma and a few passionate musicians are hopefully reviving it. The higher it went the harder it fell and the president even mandated radio stations to air four OPM songs an hour. Fewer people come to gigs, far from the shoulder to shoulder crowd before. The evolution of OPM rock is like a big concert, the audience came flooding excitedly for the headline performer, they survived the potential deficient front acts but most left after the show and the loyal fans stayed for the encore. It is somehow bittersweet. Maybe people’s preferences change with time, or maybe every fad have to fade in obscurity.
On a positive note, the songs are still with us, they’re a constant reminder of how divine those days were.