Watching The Mongols tonight with Margie. Went to their gig last Monday in Padi's Point, Cainta, with Wilmer. They were almost 2 hours late, went on stage 15 past 12. Was a little bit angry, very much bored. But when Yan --- chubby, dancey and surprisingly handsome Yan --- said that we were astiiig for waiting that long for the band, everything was suddenly okay. deliriously happy okay. (Gwapo, eh.)
First song, Heroine. What. The. Fuck. Hit. Me. So. Hard. Remembered halfway through the song that I promised to call Margie so she could be with us in sonic spirit.
And the rest was a haze of loud, star-scattered sonic embrace.
So tonight, again. Oh, Ely. Oh, Yan. Oh, slightly cute drummer. Oh, very efficient guitarist.
Bakit nga ba ang puso
Tumitibok kahit do mo man pilitin.
- Bakit Nga Ba?, The Mongols
Still Ely related. Got a phone call from my sis today. She and her boyfriend were shopping for new frames for her glasses at Sarabia Optical in U.P.'s Shopping Center when she saw the Pulp issue which had my Eraserheads Anthology review. She pointed it out to the boyfriend. The owner, Ms. Sarabia herself, overheard this and asked if my sister knew the reviewer. She proudly said (I think), "He's my brother." And the owner goes, "Oh! I loved the review. The writer's not just a fan; he truly loves the band and their music. And he recognizes the worth of their contribution to Filipino music. The review's just full of heart. All heart." Something like that. My sister was quoting her directly over the phone.