• The Joke that Joey Ayala Probably Forgot

    The year was 2002. We could have easily missed this. We only found out because we overheard the school staff coordinating the venue setup during breaktime – for a special guest, Sir Joey Ayala at ang Bagong Lumad. My ears perked up. Hindi Karaniwang Tao ito. So yes, we found out Joey Ayala and his…

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  • Confessions of an Indie Musician in the year 2000s.

    Being able to say I was in a band (in the early 2000s) was a flex. The people in my band were exceptionally talented, but I was there because I was in the core group that one day decided to start a band, and delusionally decided that talent was purely optional. Most of the time,…

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  • The 20-Peso Ticket: My Accidental Night at the MTV Pilipinas 2004 Music Awards

    It was late afternoon, and I couldn’t sit still. I told my mom I was going out, I just needed to isolate myself and be invisible, anonymous. Just me, my thoughts, and the twenty pesos in my jean pocket. Good enough for fishballs and sago’t gulaman. The moment I stepped out our gate, I had…

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  • Art of war, moshpit and the tactical butt pinching

    Our journey started early in the show, all the way at the back where the musicians looked like Lego figures on a distant shelf. We slowly inched our way forward, slipping through gaps, seizing every opening, and whispering a polite chorus of “excuse me’s” as the bands played on. Finally, we hit the jackpot with…

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  • I Asked for a Soundtrip, and got the Best Seat in the House

    One night, around 2004, I was walking home, carrying a heaviness sponsored by the existential crisis – the kind of emotional fog that dulls even the colors of the street. As I neared my house, I saw two silhouettes smoking outside the gate of the recording studio next door (Tracks Studio). The bassist and drummer…

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  • I Kept A Painting From A Calendar. Then It Came True.

    This is a true story of how a simple piece of calendar art about to be discarded, turns to be a preview of my own life. In 2005, i started my volunteer year, settling in a small community house in Catbalogan, Samar. For this year, i’ve decided to just clear my headspace of city pressure…

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