You can’t be a true Filipino if you don’t sing karaoke. Pinoys and Pinays take their singing seriously to the extent that people have even been murdered for butchering Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” in their local establishments.
We don’t get that extreme when friends and family gather at our new home in the Philippines but we do get loud. And when our eight relatives from Manila that recently visited us joined in for a Magic Sing session at our Karaoke Korner, seen below, the roof almost blew off of our new home in the Philippines. We have a separate 40-inch Samsung flat screen television mounted on the wall which is solely dedicated to karaoke.
Here’s a look at the Manila Mob and our relatives from Guimaras, the island province that we call home, who all participated in our karaoke jam session which lasted around six hours. I sung my usual standards early on, “Paint it Black” by the Stones and “I Started a Joke” by the Bee Gees.
The female rockers in our group, seen below, are my sister-in-law Alida on the left, Mera, our helper, and relative in the back, with JalAmiel and my lovely asawa in the front. Niece DenDen is seated to the right of my wife.
They belt out tunes like “Rebel Yell” by Billy Idol and the John Legend tune “All of Me.” JalAmiel loves to sing the theme song from “Frozen,” a movie she has seen over a thousand times (and that’s a conservative estimate.)
JalAmiel and her brother Jorreale can watch the same movie over and over. They must have seen “Guardians of the Galaxy” and “Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed” at least three or four times each during their recent stay with us.
JalAmiel and her “Tita Daday” are very close. We always enjoy it when they come to visit us. Their papa, Joery, is the mainstay on our construction crew and has been working on various projects at our new domicile since November 2014. Joery’s current busy finishing up construction on the pump room for our new pool in the Philippines.
Here’s another look at the ladies with a view of our 1,700 sq. ft. living room/dining area in the background. My wife wanted a huge space for entertaining visitors and she got it.
JalAmiel and her Mama, Alida, join in a spirited duet. Sister DenDen is busy checking her text messages as any self-respecting teen girl in the Philippines would be doing.
My wife pulls out all the stops for “Zombie” by the Cranberries, the favorite song of her late friend, Melody, who passed away at the age of 36 while dancing with my wife.
I’ll never forget that night my spouse called me and told me her friend had collapsed on the dance floor at my wife’s feet. Doctors at a Filipino-American function in Peoria where they were attending tried to revive the fallen Filipina but to no avail. Melody died that night. She had a pacemaker implanted years before after complications when she gave birth to her son. It was a sad day in our household back in the States. Melody was a good friend.
Things got a little raucous after I went to bed and tried to sleep. Alida was growling out a tune with husband Joery in the background looking on. Did I mention that I got very little shuteye that evening?
Hallelujah, thank you, Jesus. I missed the gospel sing later in the evening but having attended an independent Pentecostal Church for years, I’ve been to my fair share of worship meetings.
Really, Brothers and Sisters, you can’t be a TRUE Filipino if you don’t sing karaoke. Take it from someone who’s been married to a beautiful Filipina for over 16 years.