Fado and Keroncong

There was a beautiful aha-moment when I first realized some vague trace of my country in Lisbon, Portugal. Well, actually it’s the other way around. It’s how the Portuguese left their trace in my country hundreds of years ago.

It’s when I noticed some words similarity such us igreja (gereja in Indonesian), which means church. Also when I first heard its most famous music: Fado.

"Fado car" in the heart of Lisbon, playing Fado music all day long.

“Fado car” in the heart of Lisbon, playing Fado music all day long.

It was an instant “crush”. I’m loving its sound, its soul, and later I figured out that in fact, Fado influenced the original Indonesian music genre: Keroncong, especially in its melancholic spirit through traditional acoustic instruments. Keroncong itself began in Indonesia in 16th century when the Portuguese came in the country. It evolved to the modern Keroncong when ukulele (from Hawaii) was invented and became its main instrument.

What also excites me is knowing the most famous Fado singer Amália Rodrigues, who shares my first name :).

Krontjong Toegoe is the well-known keroncong community in Jakarta which lasts for generations. I found their practice session performing the classic keroncong song “Juwita Malam” on youtube. For your entertainment :).


No Memory

Tonight is another sleepless night. It’s the holy month where I should have spent more time praying and keeping my distance to the Spirit closer. Yet, I am stuck in thinking of… him. Tonight is another sleepless night where my head becomes so heavy and my eyes become teary.

In the night like this, people suggest to get myself some distraction. Read a book! they say. Watch funny movie! Listen to rock! Eat good food! Shop! Pray! Exercise! etcetera etcetera… But I am now at the level where distraction can no longer helps. I need to drown myself into him—all about him until I don’t have anything left to think of.

“Our” music as the background would help. It usually does. So I’m browsing my playlist and youtube and I end up smiling painfully, realized that we don’t have “our” song. No, it’s not The Beatles, the previous guy loves the Beatles. He likes Revolver the most, although I like Abbey Road better. He always played The Beatles as our soundtrack. It’s not Elvis either. Elvis is the last boyfriend’s thing. He even liked citing some of the lyrics. He even sang for me several of those heart-shaking songs.

Oh, I feel so empty. I can’t find anything that I can call “ours.” No song. No movie. No book. Nothing. What was our thing? What did we do? Who are you?

I’ll Remember You

Click here to listen via youtube

I love this song. It sounds like a lullaby. Elvis Presley sings so beautifully with his soothing voice. This song has special history for me. I like listening to it, but at the same time it always breaks my heart.

I posted this song here and today because last night I dreamt about it. Everything was so lucid. I remember the hands holding around my waist and this song was continually played throughout the dream.

I miss someone attached to this song, so badly. It makes me feel smothered, but I am also “enjoying” the pain. I am addicted the emotions come along this song.


I’ll Remember You by Elvis Presley

I’ll remember you
Long after this endless summer is gone
I’ll be lonely oh so lonely
Leaving only me to remember you

I’ll remember you
Your voice as soft as the warm summer breeze
Your sweet laughter, mornings after
Ever after, Ooooh, I’ll remember you

To your arms someday I’ll return to stay
Till then…

I will remember too
Every bright star we made wishes upon
Love me always, promise always
Ooooh, you’ll remember too