My bandmates and I have this inside joke running, about us disbanding ala Orange and Lemons (which up to now I still believe is just their marketing gimmick). Norman's 12pm-8am job schedule is a mess for our practices. Jeffrey has a new band, Asul, and he's the vocalist. Love's lovelife career hit the second lunaversary mark for only the first time. And I participated in an audition for an album recording as a solo artist. (I'm turning Rico Blanco, when we aren't even a Rivermaya yet :D).
Anyway, since we're talking Rivermaya, they will have an audition for their new frontman / frontwoman this coming August 24 and 25 (9am to 5pm) at the Ishmael Bernal Gallery, Magsaysay Avenue, UP Diliman (besides UP Film Center and across Molave Residence Hall). I won't try for I might remind them of Rico Blanco. (Kidding :p)
Imagine all 14 years disregarded with Rico Blanco's divorce with Rivermaya. (Bandila is all we have of them today, and that's some legacy...) I had been thinking of the quote, Familiarity breeds contempt. Blanco had been up there with his "Banda ng Bayan", being the creative force of it all, so and so. They had been looked up to and revered, maybe as bright an influence as a sun. But in truth, it was probably scorching and blinding inside that sun of theirs.
With each passing milestone, I feel the four of us are onto something special. We can only learn from the downfall of giants before us. We still want to be��and we will be��a sun. But we have to be like this one below: a sun which everyone, including ourselves, can see.
Either I think about so many things all at the same time.
Or something takes my mind away from me.
July 31, 2007 | 1:43pm | Log 175 |
Here's to My Pyara Pyeinyang.
Dear Ein,
I still see the grace in you...
...the same grace I saw when I walked into the registration room one fateful sophomore-college enrollment,
...the same grace I relished over a game of mobile golf after a Cheche Lazaro-fronted Green Minds symposium,
...the same grace that led me to lunge unplanned into a lame detour to the UP Gym to get my cassette,
...the same grace which began my songwriting gift,
...the same grace of a starry, starry night by the seashore,
...the same grace of a thousand
insights, encouragements, inspiration and fire,
...and the same grace, most importantly, of a poetic dance artiste, of which from a hundred body movements, a thousand eyes couldn't help but be allured.
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag. Aya.
Linger - The Cranberries
August 1, 2007 | 1:34pm | Log 176 |
Tagaytay Roadtrip.
You know that popping pain in the ears when inside a landing plane? I had it yesterday, inside a Tagaytay-bound car.
In a weird 12am-6am birthday celebration, Roro, Diane, debutante Keina, and I went on a cowboy roadtrip to the territory of the Taal. Mapless and without a certain destination, it was everything we thought it to be.
Starbucks was on its final fifteen minutes when we arrived. So from thereon it was all loitering, counting shooting stars, feeling the fog on our faces, saying hello to the cheddar moon, looking at the silhouette of a volcano-on-a-volcano landscape, hugging the furry Teddy Tonks by the backseat, shooting lifestyle TV-show footages, and most importantly, relishing jogging and soiree conversations and the thought of having these conversations in the first place.
August 3, 2007 | 2:40pm | Log 177 |
Salamin, salamin.
Lagi na ako nakasalamin. Kaya pag tinatanggal ko na, hindi ko na alam kung mas lalong lumabo mata ko o kung sanay na lang talaga ako sa malinaw.
