Pinned at the ceiling of my room at Catmon, Malolos is the rockin’ alternative duo called M2M. Sinfully bubblegum but not sexually charged, the duo from Norway sang from a 16 y.o. perspective unlike Britney. They chirped, played instruments and wrote their own songs. Their song landed on the Pokemon movie soundtrack.
Maybe the poster was a reminder. A sarcastic statement against all the Pearl Jam albums that my brain was sonically marinating to.
Then I wrote my first song…
You see me in a stare
You tell me I don’t exist
My friend and I went to Megamall to see them for a meet and greet. Had our cd and cassette signed and I gave the guitarist Marit a miniature guitar carved out of a palo china wood. It was made by a very talented and very bored Panto, my best friend and guitarist. We had a band, Jobit Moya and the SPO1s, then called PyJammas for Pearl Jammers (all Pearl Jam, all the time). We don’t know what to do with our band or our lives.
don’t say you love me…
Marit got surprised when I gave her the telecaster shaped handicraft, it’s the size of my palm. I passed along a mushy letter with my email address. Yep it’s creepy.
Though in your 2d state you smile
You mock me in my nakedness
You tell me I don’t exist
It was weird to think that there is someone out there who across the world who knows who you are and they’re faceless to you. It’s fame. Eddie Vedder struggled with that especially when a nameless woman decided to stalk him, ram his fence and claim that she is carrying Ed’s child. I wasn’t like that, but like most fans, I also believe that I can be my favorite artist’s best friend in the whole wide world ever! If given a chance.
Be my slave and wash my feet
Play with my imagination
I inserted that ‘slave’ line because I knew Panto would like it. He liked the biblical connotation of ‘washing feet’ as some form of full devotion.
Tell me how life could be better than this
I need more than this
To validate my existence
I think it was Bono who i first heard first thanking their fans for the great lives rock and roll has afforded them thru music and fandom. The Michael Jordan effect on a scaled economic impact. As an example they show how life can be better than this while the rest of us just need a pat in the back, a change of mood, or any form of validation thru their words and music.
Wipe your face of dust
Accumulate when all this blind hollow devotion began
But it’s you in your 2d state with your toothy smile
You mock me in my nakedness
You tell me I don’t exist
I was a witness to a holy week gathering at a grotto somewhere in Bulacan. It was steaming & packed. When the poon was about to be taken out to the throng of masses gathered outside, the PA system shouted that it was time to raise their official (blessed) white hankies and wave it to the direction of the inspirational stone. I feared that of lightning striking us all. I saw an old woman in line who survived the years not knowing any better or maybe a witness to an absolute truth. She wanted nothing more at that moment but to wipe the face of the miraculous.
I’ll buy you a better home
Burn out to keep you warm
I’ll buy you…
Marit wrote back thanking me for the miniatures. I wrote back a poem. It was honest and blinded. She was smart enough not to write back. A few days later I wrote the words to this song. I liked the 2-chord interplay. I showed it to Panto, he said we’re better off just playing the PJ covers of then 56 songs.
Then we tried joining the first RX band breakout a few years later. We didn’t have the funds to pull off a demo from a cheap studio with an amateur mixer/engineer. We went back to learning 30 more PJ songs.
The band never quite existed beyond its aspirations and a few unsustained juvenile worship we got from the very few who saw us. The band wore itself out.
A few weeks ago I learned new tricks from Raymund Marasigan in a Team Manila event. What I thought was a burnout, continues to itch and burn.
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