If you have been listening to AM radio news broadcasts (99.879% don't because they are unaware of their existence), reading the local online news (97.564% don't, they only use the net for chatting, friendstering and pornsurfing), reading the local newspapers (67.9% of the readers only scans the comic pages), listening to FM news break announcements (49.543% don't since their ipod or pc plays mp3s), watching the tv (10% don't have access to television), reading my blog (1.23% don't because they are totally uncool), gossiping (0.00% don't because the pinoys are by nature rumor-mongers and gossipy), then you should be aware of the great flood that happened somewhere north in the luzon region. But I presume you're not here to read about such sad things. So let me begin today's blog. (By the way, the statistics used above are rounded off the nearest thousandths, providing you the most accurate numbers possible as my fingers randomly hits the most convenient number keys on this keyboard. Please do use them as reference in alcohol drinking/rubbing sessions as to show an illusion of smartness during high levels of intoxication).
Are you aware that today, December 1 is the most important day of the year next to christmas? Well, today is National Aids Day! Lotsa things happen on a National Aids Day. Lemme tell you what occured to me this day 9 years ago... nuni nuni nuni nuni (background music of remembering..)
Nine (9) years ago, my mom gave me the best National Aids Day present, an acoustic guitar. I was 2nd year highschool back then (i'm now 20 so minus 9, I was 11 years old back then. I got accelerated numerous times in nursery and prep) and the rage among students were banding (banding = getting into or forming bands, or combos as my grandma would call it). I immediatley formed my own ..ehrm.. a one man band a.k.a solo artist. I named my 'band,' the ronald rojas experience. And believe me, it was quite an experience! Every night thereafter, I would retreat to my room, pick up my guitar, choose a compilation of musical pieces (more popularly known today as songhits) and strumm away for my audiences of lizards, ants, dust mites, bed bugs, roaches, and any living creature cohabiting with me inside the room.
It's not so often you recieve a life-altering gift on National Aids Day. During highschool when everyone is trying to look cool, popular, charming, intelligent (Yes, this can be done. there is a certain combination of clothing accessories that brings about an aura of intelligence, just don't speak too much as not to blow off your cover), the idea that I could play the guitar gave me the smug feeling that I am cool inspite of my scrawny frame, zit-infested face, totally uncool haircut. Though I didn't get into a real band, because I wasn't cool enough, I practiced a lot and consistently performed to my multi-specie fans.
But I did get into a band. (Let's end this blog on a happy note) I played lead guitar for the band named Joyride and did a gig in A.S. parking lot of UP. we were offered 50K for the gig but we turned it down and insisted that we were there just for the love of music and performing. I left the band since my studies got in the way and I was forcibly transferred to ateneo. In davao, I played lead guitar for the band called Fingerbang and we did a christmas party gig somewhere in monte maria. Again, we were offered 50K for our efforts but we turned it down saying: we're just here for the chicks and the free booze. Later we found out that the chicks were taken, and the free booze, warm. (Note to self:whenever you're offered money for mediocre performance, ACCEPT IT!)
This time, this band kinda disbanded because of a love triangle and clash of musical interests. Because of the unavailability of female creatures during our last gig, the drummer and bassist decided to pour their attentions on our male vocalist. But to their dismay, our vocalist is straight, btw who had a hard time explaining to both as not to hurt their feelings. On the musical interest side, the bassist insisted on more bass solos while the drummer preferred more drum solos. So there, no official resignation was recieved by our non-existent band manager which technically proclaims that Fingerbang is currently intact. Oh well...
You might wonder what is the point that i'm driving at. It is: play music and donate to the flash flood victims.
4 comments:
really you went to UP? joyride... hmmm, never heard. hahaha!!! joke! anyway, funny entry you got here. keep posting!
and wattan-impromptu-adlib-by-youuuuuuuu.
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and joyride became kulyunah. wala ka na kasi kaya naging mas cool kami. nyahahah
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wow. i remember joyride. that band was the best! with greeeeeaaat looking guys to boot.
That is so true! With enough encouragements, there may be a return of the comeback.
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