Monday, August 15, 2005

'till next week

Cool people hang out with their friends. Attached people hang out with their partners. I hang out with my aging parents. I had a grand time with them yesterday afternoon. After going to Antipolo to attend to some important matter, we drove to Megamall to chill out and to finally have my father’s first album recorded. He’s been telling me he wanted to try out Karaoke King, a little booth where you go in, do an approximation of singing, and come out with your very own CD complete with a tacky inlay bearing your pic. Apparently, he’s not satisfied with just a cassette recording of his voice accompanied only by my piano. It just had to be in CD form and it had to sound like a real album. If Search for a Star had a category for senior citizens, my father would surely join it. In fact, if I remember it right, he did join one singing contest for antediluvian folks in a now-defunct TV show, and he bagged the first prize. He can be flaunty like that.

Being a doting son, I accompanied my showbizy father, with my mother in tow, to his first ever studio recording. He was more excited than a boy about to go on his first fuck.

“Do you have songs for ancient guys?” I asked the Karaoke King guy in Tagalog. He said they had a handful—some standards, remakes, and their re-arranged but unreleased versions. After leafing through their dog-eared songbook, we finally chose one Perry Como and four Frank Sinatra ditties. After that, my father set off on his recording stint.

The technician turned on the loudspeakers so that people within the vicinity would hear the recording. A few passers-by stopped and curiously peeked through the glass walls of the booth— some smiled; others looked amazed. I couldn’t tell if it was my father’s smooth crooning that got them or the fact that the booth contained a shabby-looking 70-year-old guy enjoying himself like a teeny-bopper. Probably both. I caught myself smiling proudly for being my father’s son.
My mother and I waited pleasantly, occasionally giggling, especially when my father messed up the lyrics of Sinatra’s My Way. I didn’t know hanging out with one’s folks was this fun. Or maybe I just miss them so much because I only get to see them weekends.

After getting the CD, my father gave the technician a lecture on how sucky the local music industry has become, preferring debonair singers who can’t sing rather than old but talented guys like him. I briefly imagined septuagenarians dancing and singing on Sunday variety shows on TV and cringed at the thought of seeing my father among them.

I walked them toward the other end of the mall where they had parked. I didn’t have to, really, but I just wanted to spend some more time with them before I head back to my boarding house.

At the exit, I said goodbye. My father lightly touched my godless back and gave me his standard “God bless you so on and so forth” parting message. I watched them turn around and walk away, my mother holding on to my father’s arm. They wobbled their way through the crowd and lost their faces there, becoming just an odd, old couple on their way home.

I had a great time with you, guys. 'Till next weekend.


At 3:37 PM, Blogger weng said...

WOW 1: ako unang nag-post ng comment! sa dami ng tambay dito, di ako makasingit!

WOW 2: a look into a different side of you, i would trade my macgyver dvd seasons 1&2 to see you hanging out with your folks... such a good scene i presume

WOW 3: i always thought nothing can top a guy's first f**k (sorry, can't just say it without blushing)

At 10:59 PM, Blogger monsilicious said...

Naks. Ang Bait naman ng batang ito!

At 1:55 AM, Blogger Abaniko said...

This is heartwarming. Your dad is so young at heart, eh? Full of zest. And he still drives! (or a driver is waiting for them at the parking area?)

At 5:30 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

weng--walang tambay dito, ako lang lahat yan, assuming different identities. haha

give me your mcgyver dvd collection and i'll let you tag along the next time we go out.

first fuck? if you're as old as my dad, i guess you would have forgotten how that felt.

monsilicious--mabait? you have no idea...

abaniko--yup, he still drives. read the link i provided and you'll know exactly how crazy my dad is.

At 9:36 PM, Blogger Jay said...

That is just so cute! My mother is still too young to be cool like that.

At 12:03 AM, Blogger snst_blvd said...

my step dad also has a cd he recorded from a friend's studio. i chuckle everytime i hear it. ^_^

i dunno why.

At 7:35 AM, Blogger dionne said...

galing! maybe you can upload the music in your blog. would love to hear your dad sing. =)

At 11:52 AM, Blogger slim whale said...

jay--having young parents is such an advantage. you get to enjoy their company longer.

sunset eyes--whenever i hear my dad's recording, i dont' just chuckle, i laugh boisterously.

dionne--good idea. the prob is, i don't know how to do that.

At 5:08 PM, Blogger dionne said...

rip it as mp3 then it host it somewhere.. haha! don't know really... maybe joven is the better person to ask. =D

At 6:37 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

dionne--hmmm, ok je l'essai. merci.

At 3:47 PM, Blogger jenjaded said...

oo nga gusto ko din pakinggan yan.

download audiograbber or if you have windows media player 10, you can rip your dad's music tracks to your local drive (your hard disk) and then upload it to a server. or you can e-mail it to us! hehe.

this makes me miss my parents. lalo na my mama.

At 12:28 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

jen--oooy, sige, try ko yan ha. para matawa din kayo sa tatay ko, hehehe. thanks

At 2:28 PM, Blogger jenjaded said...

you're welcome! kung di ka makahanap ng server, e-mail to me the mp3 sa gmail and i'll upload it and give you the link. :D

na-excite ako sa katatawanan. hahaha

At 7:02 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

jen--sige, sige. kunin ko sa kanya yung CD


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