Nevergirl's

I march to my own beat, especially where music is concerned. I can’t sing Gwen Stefani’s latest (whatever it is) but I do know the lyrics to Max Surban’s and Yoyoy Villame’s songs. I have my grandfather to thank for this. Every day, rain or shine, and at precisely 7:00 a.m, he’d have Bisdak music blaring from speakers.

In the old days, I loved the songs because I found them funny. Today, I listen to them because they bring back tons of memories.

There’s something about Bisaya and I won’t say “Bisaya, the dialect” because the hub would call me on it. He insists Bisaya is a language because from a socio-anthropological perspective, it has a syntax that’s different from all other languages (geek tip: sinebuano is a language; Binol-anon, Surigaonon, and Ilonggo are dialects). I say whatever. Whether it’s language or dialect, I’d feel the same way about Bisaya songs. They’re songs that break down time and space; and wherever I may be at any given point in time, they never fail to bring me home.

Max Surban’s Budbud ug Bibingka

Yoyoy Villame’s Butsekik