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Into the Fold of the Strange

Red wine and Rhymes

Venturing out of my comfort zone one dreary Sunday night, I took up a friend’s invite to join one of The Really Bad Poets’ poetry-reading sessions.

I was warmly welcomed into the fold of “strange-people” like I’ve found my own kind,  my Tribe.

I’ve never had my poems read out loud before, but with my friend Chai’s encouragement and the rest of the strange-folk’s warmth, I felt comfortable enough to read a couple of my PMS-induced, drama queen-ish, verses, I (sometimes, unwillingly) consider as poetry. It was quite fitting that the theme for the night was “Other Worlds” too, which my 2 poems could loosely relate to.

The background music for this one was Paul Anka's "Put Your Head on my Shoulder". Contrary to what the song might suggest, this Cebuano piece, styled as a mock-radio program poked fun at politics.

The session was laid-back and filled with beautiful verses in English and some in Cebuano. There were a number of humorous pieces while some verses romanced pathos. Some took poetry-reading to a higher level with jazz drum beats, tandem recital and free-style delivery. It was simply inspiring.

A perfectly executed tandem recital by Chai and Alex. I just had to ask if they rehearsed beforehand. They didn't.

I’m happy to have stepped out of my walls for a night and I have a feeling this won’t be the last they’ll see (or hear) of me. Thank you, Chai Fonacier and The Really Bad Poets. Until next time! 🙂


While My Guitar Gently Weeps: A Tribute to Manny

Cebu's musicians gathered to play and sing their hearts out for Manny

Two weeks ago we were grimly reminded of our all-too-real mortality with the passing of IT activist and musician Manny Amador, Cebu Designer Sal Malto and UK’s resident bad-girl/singer, Amy Winehouse. Even the heavens seemed to join us in mourning with the unceasing downpour the past couple of weeks.

I did not know Sal Malto personally nor Amy Winehouse for that matter. But that’s not to say I don’t feel for their loved ones’ loss. Prayers, with utmost sincerity, go out to their families.

Manny Amador, however, was a friend. Inevitably so, it was this connection that amplified the grief after knowing that he had moved on to a better place.

We didn’t hang out often enough to be close, but as I’ve said on his Wall after finding out about his passing, when we did hang out, it was never forgettable.

So Tuesday this week found me at the second level of Maya Taqueria and Tequila Lounge (Crossroads, Banilad) with 2 of Manny’s friends. We joined in the gathering of kindred souls saying their last goodbyes with the wails of their guitars. This was the 2nd tribute night for Manny, the first having been the night before at Outpost Restobar, Manny’s favorite haunt.

With the music cranked up, it dawned on me that in the midst of being reminded of how real Death is, the reverberating message is that,  the ones who are left behind, become the living reminders of how your life has touched another. This will tell you enough about how well your life was lived.

Manny you were larger than Life.  I’ll never forget our conversations about music, guitars and Juan dela Cruz while you’d drink almost 2 litres of soda in one sitting. 🙂

You will no doubt, be missed.