Post by Lordfoo on Dec 6, 2005 6:41:19 GMT 7
I am a follower of the local Radio Station, DWBR, 104.3 on your FM radio dial.
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The existing music format suits me to a T.
For years, I’ve been tuning into the station which caters to the business-oriented audiences. It plays a variety of Jazz standards, as well as, Classical, Broadway and OPM Contemporary music everyday and also features specialty shows on public service, comprehensive news and special commentaries on current events. Manned by some of the most seasoned broadcasters in the industry, BR has managed to receive the dubious distinction of setting itself apart from all other stations on the FM band.
Recently, I’ve learned that new management have come into power and have decided to convert the station into 24 hour OPM programming. I am as nationalist as anybody and am mighty proud of our OPM. However, there are so few station that plays the music played by DZRB and with the expected conversion to all OPM programming, I am absolutely flabbergasted and saddened. However, DZRB is going to be totally missed. You won’t find me tuning into the station after the changeover.
May I dedicated parts of the lyrics of the song by Don Mclean to DWBR fans out there. I am really saddened at the thought of losing my favorite radio station...
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
...
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died."
Yes...Something touched me deep inside, the day…
The music died….
www.trapik.com/spons/dwbr.htm
The existing music format suits me to a T.
For years, I’ve been tuning into the station which caters to the business-oriented audiences. It plays a variety of Jazz standards, as well as, Classical, Broadway and OPM Contemporary music everyday and also features specialty shows on public service, comprehensive news and special commentaries on current events. Manned by some of the most seasoned broadcasters in the industry, BR has managed to receive the dubious distinction of setting itself apart from all other stations on the FM band.
Recently, I’ve learned that new management have come into power and have decided to convert the station into 24 hour OPM programming. I am as nationalist as anybody and am mighty proud of our OPM. However, there are so few station that plays the music played by DZRB and with the expected conversion to all OPM programming, I am absolutely flabbergasted and saddened. However, DZRB is going to be totally missed. You won’t find me tuning into the station after the changeover.
May I dedicated parts of the lyrics of the song by Don Mclean to DWBR fans out there. I am really saddened at the thought of losing my favorite radio station...
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
...
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died."
Yes...Something touched me deep inside, the day…
The music died….
... what I like most are the Kudyapi and Hatinggabi LPs, which are instrumentals (solo guitar) of popular kundimans. It was after listening to Larry Miranda's "Lumang Simbahan" is what inspired me to get these old LPs. Most of them were never transferred to digital format and if ever there is one, the recording quality of the digital format is inferior when compared to the sound from the LP. 
Lutang boses nila diyan sa maggies mo 