Gary Granada - Mabuti Pa Sila / Badap Badap

Mabuti pa ang mga surot, laging mayrong masisiksikan
Mabuti pa ang bubble gum, laging mayrong didikitan
Mabuti pa ang salamin, laging mayrong tumitingin
Di tulad kong laging walang pumapansin

Eraserheads - Ang Huling El Bimbo

"Ang Huling El Bimbo" (English: The Last El Bimbo)

Eraserheads

Written by Ely Buendia

Cutterpillow (1995),  Aloha Milkyway (1998)

Last night's concert was a dream come true for people like me who grew up listening to Eraserheads, and never seeing them live since I lived islands away from Manila. (As a matter of fact, I can't remember them holding a national concert tour.)

No, I don't have their cassette tapes, nor CD's. (Only an anthology album, and that wasn't even mine, it's my sister's.) I don't have posters, I hardly even know anything about the individual members (at least not until college) to consider me a hardcore fan during their prime years.

I was a fan because of the songs. Radio and TV airplay was enough to suck me in. And yes, they defined my generation.

One time I got to reading an old article from Kule that one dude actually enrolled in UP just because the Eheads were UPians. I found it funny that someone would actually let a band dictate a factor in his future. Then again, you can't go wrong with UP anyway.

Interestingly enough, if say you play 6 degrees of separation and try to connect me with any of the band members, you'll find that I have more than one connection. :D

Despite the fact that this event was something of an accomplishment for me (ie, another box ticked off from my things-to-do-before-you-die list.) It wasn't the greatest thing ever. I dunno. I doubt it was because I didn't actually got to see the stage. (We saw everything from the screen) or maybe it was, but just a little.

The whole thing seemed a little sad. Maybe it was an atmosphere as a result of Francis M.'s death? Possibly. But Ely Buendia seemed like he had one of the most saddest faces on earth.

I was extremely glum when it was over, and even before it was over. I admit, I was kinda having a slight headache at the time. I felt a little irritated even. Signs would be, I talk less (as opposed to saying something with a tone I might regret.) and I want to be alone.

I felt a little better during the ride home. But still really tired.

Don't get me wrong, it's still something I'll never forget though. No doubt it was still epic, despite my mood.