Monday, September 10, 2007

Literally an invasion

Confessions of an Early Bird. I wanted to come in late (“paleklek kumbaga, hehe” as I didn’t want to give people the chance of giving their reaction (which is expectedly violent, haha) with my current weirdness. Unfortunately, my brother and I arriving in Purple Haze at around 8:30 made us one of the earliest birds. (I think I even got the sixth ticket, haha. )

Arkanum was already there, getting their initial dose of booze. Ye, my brother and I sat with the band for a while – I discreetly smiling at my brother since I know how thrilled he was meeting the bandmates of his idol Kuya Enok. And when I went down to get my change, I was surprised to see that there already was a mob outside. And in a matter of minutes, the place is literally invaded.

Trigger Pulled and Back to the Past. I’ve been to some gigs and I’ve always enjoyed the experience of varying levels and kinds of energy, of pulse, of high. But what I feel makes this gig different is the nostalgia that each band brings. It is one thing to appreciate the music and another thing to connect with the people behind it; and for this experience of connection to connect you to something else.

Home – I was reminded of the town I grew up in; of the Science High Training Center where gigs (and beauty pageants, hehe) were held; of Worcestershire and Zombie, their forever cover song; of Bay’s Inn and its cheese sticks; of Puntian overnights of booze, ‘tig-pipiso’ Mulawin MSG chips (haha), and dancing in the dark; of the band I used to stalk; of that music room in Gloria Street; of Underground Chicken Sound, of Sweet Blend Tomato and all those bands whose names had to do with food (I wonder what’s with that era?); of that black shirt I have not worn for quite some time, of the message board where I used to post posing as rakistaKUNO, of my guitar that is currently – Home.

All these flashbacks and more (too personal to disclose, haha) triggered by watching and listening to schoolmates, seatmates, ex-crushes and loves, drunking-mates, and ‘now-grown-up, then kids’ (boy, I feel damn old, haha).

Lost in Purple. When I checked Kath's pics in Multiply, I wondered where I was and what I was doing the entire night. There were pictures of my batchmate friends together; and I don’t even remember where I was when all of that happened, huhu. Even Kath - I remember her sitting beside me while Arkanum was playing but I didn’t really get to talk to her.

Must be the beer, must be the purple. Must be the thought of being invisible. Hay.. But one thing for sure, I certainly regret not being able to talk with good ‘ol friends. Hmm. But I do remember having conversations with those who were lining up in the comfort room. Hmm. God, I was damn lost that night,