Yellow leaves are falling off the tree right outside my window, the wind blows gently, the sun shines through a thin veil of clouds, birds are chirping and flying about on this beautiful morning. My Facebook wall has been flooded with Youtube videos of Train, Adam Levine and Javier Colon, and finally, Dia Frampton – a direct result of watching the premiere of The Voice’s Season 2 and a marathon of the complete first season.

It’s a good Saturday morning filled with music. My veins are throbbing with caffeine and my heart is full. I am ready to fall back into bed with Dia Frampton’s soulful voice in the background as I play her RED album.

If I heard her song on the radio and I hadn’t seen her on TV, I would think I’m listening to another Brit singer – just about my favorite musicians on the planet.

Who wouldn’t fall in love with these eyes? And this voice? And the simplicity written all over her face? I’m absolutely mesmerized.

And it didn’t help that she did a cover of Bon Iver‘s Skinny Love, which happens to be one of my favorite songs.

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order’s tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
We suckled on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
I’m breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Ooh, ooh

Ironic that this song is always apt and true at any given time.

Being in the bar the past year had some people wondering what my preferred music genre is – and they would’ve never guessed that the answer is country, folk, jazz and Britpop. I’ve always been drawn to that. That is probably the reason why I enjoyed hanging out at the Balay Tubay Bistro and Gallery in El Nido when I was there.

When people want to listen to music on my iTunes, I always ask first, “Are you sure?” When I was asked to play some “happy music” in a recent road trip to Legazpi, I came up with Lily Allen’s cover of The Kook’s Naive, and was told, “Is that your idea of a happy music? No wonder you’re always depressed.” – and with that that person promptly received a thwack.

Go and get Dia Frampton’s RED album. So far, I’ve played Homeless thrice.

Everywhere we go is home baby home, home is you’re with me
Everything we touch is love, baby love, love is all we need
Is all we need, is all we need.

I don’t need a roof over my head while I’ve got your hands
To shade the sun away from my face
I don’t need a space to call my own, to scatter records on my floor,
You’re my secret place.

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