The Bloomfields’ youngest fan

Faith Mendoza at 2 years and 5 months is Bloomfields' youngest fan

August 5 – That was the day it all began…I mean that’s when all this ranting and raving started.

I bought the Bloomfields first CD album in the SM Fairview. They were scheduled to sing later that afternoon but my family had to go already so we didn’t get the chance to listen to them live.

But from the first time my youngest and only daughter Faith heard the band’s song tracks, nothing has really been the same at home.

Faith particularly adores track 8, Bloomfields’ carrier single “Wala Nang Iba”. It’s also my personal favorite. Faith however brings new sense to the words “favorite song” and what it means to be a fan to new heights!

Day in, day out, she just wants to listen and sing and dance to the tune of track 8! It’s no exaggeration, as soon as she wakes up in the morning to the time she falls asleep in the evening, as I arrive home from work she never fails to cry out, “Papa, eight, eight!” She grabs hold of my hand and directs me to our VCD player prompting me to play track 8 of the CD she dearly holds in her hands. Amazingly, she knows all the band members' names (and faces) by heart and utters them as easily as she recites the alphabet - "Lakan (Keyboards), Louie (Bass), Pepe (Guitars), Rocky (Drums)... JJ(Guitars)!!"

She dances and sings to the tune of her favoriter track -

No. 8 ("Wala Nang Iba")

“Papa, eight, eight!” I let her listen to the other tracks hoping she also appreciates the other well arranged songs revived by the Bloomfields many from the sixties, from Bacharach to the early rock and roll bands like the Beach Boys and my all time favorite pop rock band, the Beatles. Their versions of local songs “Ale” and “Iskul Bukol” are also noteworthy. She eventually likes all of them but somehow “Wala Nang Iba” has a special place in her heart.

Without a doubt, the Bloomfields had brought something fresh to the table. In a musical landscape where local mediocre rock bands are dime a dozen and wannabees flounder, the band decides to go against the grain of conventional wisdom and played songs their daddies sang and tunes their moms danced to. The result is a healthy mix of the old and the new. Not just a cheesy revival of songs but a novel introduction to timeless classics.

No wonder their fan base seems to be from ages 2 to 92.

Certified No.1 fan!

I’m sure Faith would get over her ‘obsession’ with the Bloomfields sooner or later. Just don’t ask what year.

For now, my 2 year old daughter is their youngest and most loyal fan!

Amen to that!