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rogue's first
annual philippine Sanya
musiC
portfolio
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Smith PINOY ROCK'S fIRST
DAUGHTER
FEATuRing BY LUIS KATIGBAK
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johnny alegre
sammy asuncion
a.m.p.o.n.
real wilD ChilD
THE NINE lIVES Of KARl ROY
manolet dario BY PHILBERT DY
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cluB dredd
elmer dado
chin-chin gutierreZ
Binky lampano
BaBy got BaCh
WHY I lOVE ClASSICAl MUSIC
dondi ledesma BY ANTONIO ABAYA
manuel legarda PAGE 44
kakoi legaspi
junji lerma
jun lopito roCk anD roll
arnold morales
lougee BasaBas
mocha
all night
WHY I lOVE KISS
moon fear moon BY TIRSO RIPOLL
saguijo
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gerard salonga
sultans of snap
louie talan no statiC at all
WHY I lOVE STEElY DAN
emilio tuason BY JOSE MARI UGARTE
rico veleZ PAGE 50
and more
plus
a historiC
Jingle magazine
reunion
on page 58
Features
OF ANGELS, BELLS, AND BANGAWS: Jingle
Chordbook Remembered / 58
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Even from a distance, she cuts a striking figure: a Every sexual act is political. To quote Marx: Classical music—with its big names like Mozart,
stylish bob, a strangely beautiful face, long lean “Great social changes are impossible without Beethoven, and Wagner—may seem daunting to
limbs. Her name is Sanya Smith—commercial feminine upheaval. Social progress can be the modern listener who’s used to the constant
model, MYX VJ, and veritable rock ‘n’ roll royalty. measured exactly by the social position of the crash-and-bang-playing ad nauseam on the
Being the daughter of musical icon Joey “Pepe” fair sex . . . ” Multi-awarded author Nikki Alfar’s dial these days. But the epic canvas of human
Smith has blessed her an automatic genetic “Bound” illustrates this negotiation—where, experience is something that the three-minute pop
advantage, and perhaps, instant celebrity. Luis to gain an advantage, it may be required to single is hard-put to capture. As Antonio Abaya
Katigbak sits down with Miss Smith one rainy compromise a position; to emancipate yourself, writes, he didn’t set out to learn to love classical
afternoon and meets one tough but oh-so-cool you must be in bondage. music—“it just happened.” And, it all started from
chick. Photographed by Juan Caguicla. listening to the radio.
SNOWBLIND / 124
Columns COLOR MANILA BLUES / 46
Inspired to embark on his own mini-version GODS OF THUNDER AND ROCK & ROLL / 40 The Blues may have been born in the American
of Into the Wild (which he hasn’t seen), Gutsy There was more to KISS than the wicked cotton fields and hot Mississippi shacks of the
Tuason boards a plane bound for the icy landscape costumes, demonic make-up, and knee-high 19th century, but its fans span every corner of our
of Alaska to see the Aurora Borealis. But before boots. Like big, bad superheroes of rock ‘n’ roll, green and blue planet—including the Philippines.
he gets to chase the trippy Northern Lights, he they backed up their outlandish image with solid From the Juan De La Cruz band and Pepe Smith,
goes on a solid road trip with a Facebook friend, riffs, great melodies, and a groove that was pure to Wally Gonzalez and Annie Brazil, the local
meets a Pinoy who invites him to watch a 4 P.M. sleaze. From the moment he heard “Detroit Rock players of today’s modern blues scene have grown
Pacquiao fight in his Fairbanks home, and plays City” as a kid, Tirso Ripoll was eternally hooked. and expanded. C.H. Pardo tells us why it will
spectator to a bunch of barking dogs competing never grow old.
for the U.S. Championship for Dog Sledding.
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124
sound so bloody good. It was the first kind of mu- were many nights that defined that scene, espe- of our labor, which will always be a labor of love.
sic I could enjoy both as a background soundtrack cially in the old days, when local bands rocked We will always find a way to bring you the real
to good times with friends, and alone in my room like a thundering herd of wild pigs while the fans story, even if it takes long nights full of cheap
with my undivided attention towards it. I must have screamed and lit up their joints with Zippos. whiskey. So, kick back, put some sounds on, and
been 11 or 12. Our wily production director, Jay Pou, organized enjoy the magazine.
I developed a habit fairly quickly, starting off a series of shoots with a rogue’s gallery of musi-
with weekend binges at the beach that slowly cians and music-related people who are at the mo- Let the rogues rock and the good times roll.
snowballed into much-needed daily fixes, some- ment critically acclaimed as some of the most dy-
times locking myself in the bathroom with a pair of namic and important individuals working in music.
headphones. I was never in denial—I just wanted With an equally illustrious band of photographers Jose Mari Ugarte
to understand the music because I felt that if I un- you’d recognize as the usual Rogue suspects— Editor-in-Chief
CONTRIBUTING EDITORS
MARTIN O. MARI, VANNI DE SEQUERA, Gutsy Tuason
CONTRIBUTing writers
antonio abaya, nikki alfar, MATTHEW ARCILLA, marc baumann, yasmin baumann, andy briones,
adrian cuenca, BRUCE CURRAN, lav diaz, Tals diaz, GINO DE LA PAZ, philbert dy, JAMES GABRILLO,
MARIAN HERNANDEZ, lorna lopez, malek lopez, ch pardo, anjanette pe, cris ramos jr., tirso ripoll,
bianca p. santos, bert sulat jr.
ON THE COVER
Sanya Smith
CONTRIBUTing photographers and artists
Photographed by Juan Caguicla
Styled by Juan Caguicla ROBERT ALEJANDRO, juan caguicla, cristina dy, tim de los reyes, At Maculangan, miguel miranda,
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E D I T E D B Y PAO L O R . R E Y E S
So what do Bob Dylan and the future president of America have in common?
They have incarnated as either a woman or an African American. These
times are a-changin’, indeed.
It is difficult to dwell on anyone else but the woman playing Bob Dylan
in the film, I’m Not There, an experimental take on the enigmatic life of
the legendary American musician and singer-songwriter. That woman, of
course, is Cate Blanchett, who brilliantly plays the twitchy, chain-smoking,
outspoken Jude Quinn, an avatar of Bob Dylan circa 1965. Confused?
Prepare thyself. The film is baffling, especially to non-Dylanophiles. “I
accept chaos,” says his poet incarnate aptly, “I’m not sure it accepts me.”
The 135-minute movie, acknowledged as the first biographical feature
with the approval of Dylan himself, challenges the notions of a traditional,
straight-up biopic. It presents Dylan’s many lives, shot in various film stocks
and styles: there’s Dylan the ragamuffin folk singer with a social conscience,
Dylan the young rebel, the sellout rock star, the estranged husband, the
frontiersman, the poet, and preacherman. Š
Cate Blanchett as Dylan’s pill-popping alter-ego
Jude Quinn just outshines the veteran ensemble of
Richard Gere, Christian Bale, Julianne Moore, and
the late Heath Ledger.
IN MOZ WE TRUST Is there any sex in Morrissey? None whatsoever. Which in itself is quite sexy
He is pop music’s last true enigma. Emerging from the Northern part of
England at the start of the 1980s, his influence can only be comparable to
that of Madonna, another musical icon who rose to prominence at roughly
the same time. Unlike the former Ms. Ciccone, though, he’s never felt the
urge to re-invent himself other than by changing his shirt. Nor has he felt
the need to bare himself in any medium other than through the three-minute
single. She’s flaunted promiscuity; he’s proclaimed celibacy. (Curiously,
they also command the affections of as many heterosexual men if informal
surveys are to be believed.) But besides sharing the same first letter of their
single-word monikers, she bears the name of a saint, while Morrissey only
bears his own.
Mark Simpson’s Saint Morrissey is a “psycho-bio” that attempts to be a
“portrait of this charming man by an alarming fan.” Telling the singer’s story
through the filter of a deeply held personal obsession, Simpson doesn’t even
try and attempt to talk to Moz himself. Rather he reconstructs everything
through Morrissey’s oeuvre. This includes the many interviews the singer has
given throughout the years and its parade of Oscar Wilde-worthy witticisms.
(For example, “I despised practically everyone. Which does somewhat limit
your weekend activities” or “I am only attracted to the things I can never
become or get. My pop career would be finished if I found total harmony.”)
The result is all the more compelling and insightful about its subject. In
contrast to biographies like those of the Kitty Kelley-type that are little more
than a litany of indiscretions and embarrassments, Simpson’s is intimate but
dispels none of the mystery of the man.
Perhaps this is because Simpson’s only agenda is not to upend the
persona of Morrissey as much as to understand it—or to be more precise,
to understand his attraction to it. Openly gay and credited as having coined
the dubious buzzword “metrosexual,” he doesn’t claim Morrissey for the
community—rather he celebrates the ambiguity and the singer’s resistance to
be pigeon-holed. (Responding to questions about his sexuality or the desire
to be intimate with another person, Morrissey denies it. When told that he’s
a “human being” after all, he quips, “You’ve no evidence of that. Artists
aren’t really people. And I’m actually 40 percent papier-mâché.”) Simpson
is only too willing to take such comments seriously—if only because of the
cleverness of the retort.
But it’s Simpson’s reading of Morrissey’s lyrics, his deciphering of the
language and the references, which will interest fans the most. Here, he
goes back to the primary sources: the films that were part of the British New
Realism movement, the New York Dolls, James Dean, the skinhead novels
of Richard Allen, Jack Kerouac, Oscar Wilde and—most significantly—
playwright Shelagh Delaney. The latter’s play A Taste of Honey has been a
particular fertile resource.
“I think the Smiths were the only group whose falling apart really
affected me personally,” says Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling in the 2002
documentary The Importance of Being Morrissey. The list of fans include
other writers, such as Tony Award-winning playwright Alan Bennett and
literary enfant terrible Will Self—as well as musicians like Oasis’ Noel Did you hear t.A.T.u’s version of “How Soon Is Now?”
Gallagher or Bono. It’s to this disparate audience (which includes the greater
number of unknowns still sitting in their bedrooms) that Simpson addresses Yes, it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don’t
© www.morrissey-web.com
SUBURBS
Big Love, the Tom Hanks-produced polygamy
drama by HBO, follows a knotty suburban
family—a man, his three wives, and their
children—and how they struggle to love in the
plural tense
HBO HAS MADE ITS BREAD AND BUTTER churning
out the most unpredictable shows we’ve seen on
air. In the tradition of the cable network’s The
Sopranos and Six Feet Under, the new series Big
Love succeeds in turning uncommon characters into
universal heroes.
The pilot episode’s first sequence immediately
pulls us to the show’s parallel moral universe. God
is in the details, and so is primetime commotion:
the poorly maintained dirt backyard, the plastic
toys scattered all over the floor, the flock-patterned
comforter, Chloë Sevigny’s hairstyle. Clearly, it’s a
world we’ve never seen on television before.
The laid-back setting throws us off just enough
to give the main characters a clean slate. We’ve
never met them before, and they’re certainly not
Hollywood stereotypes we’ve ever encountered.
They’re actual human beings who are alien to us
from head to toe.
Bill Paxton plays Bill Henrickson, an unpretentious
and easygoing owner of a Home Depot-type store.
But he’s no ordinary middle-aged chap. As soon as
he gets off from work, he ping-pongs to three wives
living in three adjacent homes, all of which
share one massive backyard. Scheduling
is one of the main dilemmas, as the wives
often assemble to divide up Bill’s time in
order to make sure that he’s there for every
important occasion.
A tricky but bold concept that has
garnered HBO even more buzz than it
could handle.
It’s highly compelling to watch, thanks What’s more, Big
mostly to the stellar acting of Bill and his Love literally starts in the middle.
wives (Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloë Sevigny, It takes no effort to pause for
and Ginnifer Goodwin). But the show flashback or justification—it just
somewhat disappoints. Instead of exploring shoves us into the main picture as if
its entangled and enthralling premise, the the Henricksons were just another
people behind Big Love have chosen to family, only with more knotty
focus on throwing in more odd supporting issues.
characters, including Bill’s outlaw father- So it makes one wonder why HBO
in-law Roman (Harry Dean Stanton), the would push for a show like this
badass polygamist to Bill’s pleasant one; now. Is it a lampoon of the Mormon
and Bill’s mother Lois (Grace Zabriskie), who may or may not be trying to religion or perhaps a critique of their faith’s long-banned practice? Who
poison his father, Franklin (Bruce Dern). As a result, the show’s effectiveness is Big Love’s intended audience?
is watered down, clearing out the promise of its novel premise and leaving While the pilot episode carries a disclaimer meant to ward off controversy,
audiences with zero insight on the reason why the four leads have agreed to it’s obvious that the protests have done nothing but help launch the series.
create such a bizarre arrangement in the first place. This leads us to speculate if every drama series that will come our way
Instead of plots revolving around the more important issues relating will be a B-class imitation of The Sopranos, featuring a distressed yet
to juggling a large family, the focus is placed on sex and gratification, compassionate hero who’s just trying to make it from day to day.
particularly on how Bill is able to satisfy his three ladies. JAMES GABRIllO
22 MAY 2008 rogue magazine THE SECOND SEASON OF BIG LOVE WILL PREMIERE THIS OCTOBER EXCLUSIVELY ON HBO.
Crash
and
Burn
Buoyed by Sam Riley’s earnest performance,
Control lingers long after the music stops playing
An eclectic group of young men followed Joy pain and realism than beauty and perfection. He In its entirety, Control is an exercise in good
Division’s progress in the late ’70s. Prone to rarely—if ever—compromises his passion for cinematography. For its picture-perfect visuals, it
anonymity, they called themselves “Cult with acceptance. Glitz and glamour mean nothing to gets an A.
No Name.” Although none of the extras hired for him. Slightly better, Matt Greenhalgh’s screenplay
Control—an Ian Curtis biopic—were members In Control, his debut feature, Corbijn applies gets an A+. Although Deborah Curtis’ memoir,
of the aforementioned cult, most of them were in film the very same aesthetic he uses in Touching from a Distance, is the script’s
dedicated followers of the band. For them, photography. Tediously framing each scene backbone, Tony Wilson (Factory Records mogul),
Ian—Joy Division’s lead vocalist—was with an artiste’s sharp eye, he becomes Ian’s band mates, and even Annik Honoré (Ian’s
untouchable, off-limits. the camera—mindful of light and mistress) all chipped in, resulting in a, more or
During filming, actor Sam Riley asked shadows, conscious of Riley’s gravity. less, truthful account of the singer’s tragic life.
an extra if he was a Joy Division fan. Film He is as good a filmmaker as he is With the film’s dark premise—a young man
The man said yes, after which he raised a photographer, heavily relying on ill prepared for fame succumbs to adultery,
his shirt up. What Riley saw left him his camera to convey the actor’s inner depression, and, self-destruction—Greenhalgh
speechless: there, tattooed prominently on turmoil. could have easily gone the whole Macbeth angst-
the man’s left tit, was Ian’s somber face. Predictably, Control becomes a spitting image laden route.
Sharing the man’s unbridled sentiment is of his snapshots—monochromatic, livid, searing. But he didn’t.
Dutchman Anton Corbijn. A rock photographer Even at its most mundane—a turntable spinning, Instead, he peppers Control with bristling wit
by trade (subjects include Björk, Morrissey, and a lone bird flying, Ian on his bed musing— and humor—enough to steamroll its grim, dark
Johnny Cash), Corbijn is more concerned with Corbijn’s artistic inclinations shine through. overtones.
In the history of coolest lines ever uttered, there Mag:net’s co-owner, film director and card- to. “Broadway-oke” gives the band a break and
is one that stands out as an all-access password: carrying member of the rakenrol generation ushers in a piano player instead for another
“I’m with the band.” Quark Henares shares that he got the idea entertaining scenario, albeit in a more cultured,
This one liner trumps any VIP pass or guest list, from gal pal and fashion maven Mich wine-sipping kind of way. “Popeoke”
accelerating one’s status from floor matter to stage Dulce, who talked about a “Punk happens on alternate Mondays, with the
presence—even if it’s a backstage presence. Rock Karaoke” night at hotspot Night Oven Toasters dishing out pop songs.
It is for this reason that Monday nights at Mag:net Arlene’s Grocery in New York City. Life What to watch out for in the near future:
Café on Bonifacio High Street have become red- “The image of people suddenly “Disney-oke.” You read that right, be still
letter dates in the nocturnal calendar, ever since a singing along to a live rock band just your beating princess heart.
brilliant little experiment called Rockeoke hit the popped into my head and we decided to So channel your inner rock star, check your
stage. Everybody gets a chance to be a front act. do Rockeoke,” he spills. shame in at the door, and hie on over to Mag:net
What is Rockeoke? It is a simple formula in the A great part of the scene’s success lies in the High Street. Just say you’re with the band.
mathematics of rock and roll: live band + open talent, verve, and supreme patience of the band, TALS DIAZ
mic + a healthy sousing of alcohol = mad fun. It’s The Johnnies. It is not
way better than regular karaoke—no, you could easy to play for hours
say Rockeoke kicks its amps a hundred times on end whilst tone deaf
over. customers/wannabe rock
Thanks to the promotional power of Last Song stars shamelessly hog
Syndrome, word-of-mouth, plus some healthy the microphone! Credit
digital exhibitionism via YouTube, Multiply, and goes to Mag:net’s other
Facebook, what started out as a two-table affair co-owner, Lulei Avecilla
has suddenly swelled into an SRO, fully booked Simpao, for finding and
event. On a Monday night, that is. There’s even a booking The Johnnies,
mention in Time magazine about Rockeoke. who are class acts in
Of course it’s fun, especially with a song list that themselves, and worthy of
runs the gamut of eras, from classic to punk, new catching before and after
wave to heavy metal, glam to grunge. Yes, there’s the Rockeoke free-for-all.
a lot of Bon Jovi and Madonna on the list, and The successful formula
PHOTOS BY SHAWN YAO
yes, even that song you listened to over and over has even been applied
in college because it reminded you of someone is to other nights as well.
there, too. With a little guts, you get up with band Now, there are other
(The Johnnies) and the mic is yours. “oke’s” to look forward
26 MAY 2008 rogue magazine Mag:net Café is located at 2/F, B3, Bonifacio High Street, Bonifacio Global City, Taguig. Call 856.3400, 0920.9793400, or visit www.magnet.com.ph.
Design
A D O R A T I O N
Within this Anton Mendoza-designed retail wonderland, beaded Barbara Barry chandeliers
mingle with well-edited brands from Bangkok to Istanbul
AMBIANCE
HE SAYS: The ambiance provides you with a snapshot of what to expect from the food
and service to come. It seems that they sacrificed comfort in order to fill up the place
as much as they could, as there was barely enough space for the waiters to maneuver
around the tables.
SHE SAYS: It was the only restaurant in Greenbelt 5 to have a number of people outside
waiting for tables. But the turnover was pretty fast, and we were promptly seated
within 10 minutes of arrival. The trendy ambiance sets a phlegmatic, eccentric, and
somehow sophisticated mood. That may sound contradictory, but the design is really
unique and very well done. With an imaginative eye, and some very clever lighting,
this ambience was achieved. However, the atmosphere rests in these metallic walls,
and is slightly let down by the tables crammed in between them.
fOOD
HE SAYS: The food was slightly predictable. Much like I had suspected when Japanese
cuisine tries to take on a western touch, the quality tends to suffer. The Spicy Tuna
Sashimi was coated in stale tempura batter and the tuna itself could have been slightly
fresher.
SHE SAYS: The presentation of all dishes were nice and portion sizes were decent.
The Geisha Salad of lettuce, candied walnuts, sundried tomatoes and a creamy feta
cheese was very tasty. The Spicy Tuna Salad was alright, too. However, the Spicy
Tuna Sashimi was truly amazing and superior above all the other orders. I regret not
ordering more sushi, as it really was good—and such an array of quirky, interesting
sushi choices! Interesting choices throughout the menu, for that matter. We ordered
the Beef Teppan, which we were not at all impressed with. The Squid Teriyaki was
actually very tasty if you like a very sweet sauce, as I do. The beef in the Uzuyaki Beef
Roll was much more succulent than the Beef Teppan.
SERVICE
HE SAYS: The service left a lot to be desired. The waiters had little knowledge of
the menu and it seemed like they were more concerned about getting you served
so that they could give your table to the next customer waiting. They were a little
disorganized.
SHE SAYS: I had called earlier to book a table for four. The lady who answered told us
we could not book on a weekend. A couple of hours later, I called back. A man had
answered this time and agreed to the booking. This did raise a little curiosity about the
knowledge of the staff. Within minutes of being seated, we were asked by six different
waiters for our order, and if they should clear away the two remaining spaces. We told
them we were a table of four, and that we were not ready to order yet. I know they
were trying to turn over tables as fast as possible, but in this case, I felt this was at the
expense of the customer’s comfort. We’re also fine having one or two orders come out
at a time, but if you like to have everything in front of you at once, you may need to
request for a larger table.
OVERAll ExPERIENCE
HE SAYS: The overall experience felt like I was in a canteen that was possibly a notch
above a fast food joint.
ABOUT OUR GUESTS:
SHE SAYS: I couldn’t help feeling a little confused with the consistency of this restaurant
during our visit. The ambiance and design was truly compelling, though a little erratic, MARC BAUMANN does his best to manage a start up BPO and keep his
when I think about the tables and seating arrangements. The food was unpredictable. head above water, the only saving grace is that he comes home to a
The confusion of the waiters when we tried to book a table, as well as the amount of loving, beautiful wife and a great 8-year-old son. YASMIN BAUMANN
times we were asked for our order was a little too much as well. I suggest you visit was a commercial model, but is now focused on her raising her son,
on a weekday, and order from their vast variety of tasty sushi. That would be the best completing her life coaching degree, and volunteer work for the AFP
option when trying out this unique restaurant. Hospital, serving as play buddy to cancer-stricken children.
30 MAY 2008 rogue magazine JOHN AND YOKO IS LOCATED AT 2/F, GREENBELT 5, AYALA CENTER, LEGASPI ST., LEGASPI VILLAGE, MAKATI. CALL 729.8698.
Sugar and Spice
The fragrant, chili-based cuisine of Thai at Silk balances out the spicy
with the subtle, the sweet, and the sour. Treat your taste buds to a
pleasant, piquant kick, and your palate to a party of fiery flavors
It fell on family time, the day I found myself in Thai at Silk. I brought along my best canine
friend, my mom, my brother, his wife and little kids. The odd combination (children and
chili-induced cuisine, as well as the presence of my dog, Sugar) might seem a little off—but
being the adventurous diners that we were, not the tiniest hint of apprehension was shown,
even after seeing the restaurant’s elegant, dimly-lit interiors, complete with carefully thought
out table settings, accentuated by lilies, wrought-iron candelabras, and Asian-inspired ceiling
lamps.
We settled ourselves in at a long, fancy table outside, where towering stalks of Thai grass
were bundled in vases and orange flames that emanated from candles surrounding the
façade swayed with the soothing, early evening breeze. Ah, perfect weather, perfect
ambiance. Before I could wish upon the gods for the food to please my ever so critical
companions, the receptionist’s gaze caught my attention. Her look seemed slightly
Food
concerned when she saw Sugar. I was about to give her the evil eye when the food
started to arrive. Lucky her, I thought.
My first bite was of the Yam Som-O, a salad sans the usual greens, which was basically
made up of pomelo and shrimps. Each munch spewed squirts of tangy sweetness in my
mouth, followed by a subtle, piquant kick from the herbs sprinkled all over. My palate
welcomed the pleasant, savory jolt. My family—even the kids—seemed to agree: it was
different, but in a totally good way.
The server came back with the soup, Tom Yum Kung, a hot and sour prawn soup mixed with
lemongrass and ginger. Even from afar, the strong orange-red color—and the daunting whiff
I got from it—was enough to warn me how spicy a treat we were in for. The graininess of the
potage left a strong, fiery flavor in the mouth. But it wasn’t the kind that lingered. It burned
intensely but, much to my relief, only briefly.
Upon finishing my soup, I looked over to my nieces who were already stuffing themselves
with Spring Rolls, salmon, and crab fried rice. After that, it was a flurry of noodles, curries,
and scoops of sweet smelling Jasmine Rice. I learned that, instead of serving their dishes
drawn to Thailand, taking frequent trips over the course of six Personally, I love a little spice in my food. It’s like having your
years, and eventually enrolling in cooking workshops there to own mini euphoria from a chili high.
pursue her lifelong passion. Hearing praises for her growing ANJANETTE PE
Thai at Silk is located at Unit 1C12, G/F, Serendra, Fort Bonifacio Global City, Taguig. For
reservations, call 856-0386 to 87 or email silk@globelines.com.ph
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ultra-violet rays inflict on our sensitive bodies. maintenance when you’re using it. Lenses that are optically correct are vital to any
Remember when sun block numbers were The golf course is a world of shades of green sport; in golf the precision required makes this
in single digits? Today nothing under 30 is and we require lenses that will allow us to an absolute necessity. This is where most sports
acceptable. But look around you on the course, a decipher the subtleties and highlight contrasts lenses fail utterly. The curvature of a sports lens
scant few choose to play with protective eyewear. without taking your sunglasses off. Oakley often causes severe refraction of light causing
Just because you can’t get sunburn on your eyes, Gold Iridium, Fire Iridium, G30 and Persimmon you to feel like you’re walking down stairs. If
doesn’t mean they’re immune to sun damage. filter out most blue light and increase contrast you get a bit dizzy or light-headed, the lenses are
If your eyes are tired, red or dry at the end of a in the green and yellow range. This highlights unsuitable for golf. Our eyes compensate, but this
round, you risk cataracts; long term damage and subtleties in contrasting shades of green and a leads to eye strain and fatigue. They’ll wind up
possibly blindness. Good news is that protection higher level of confidence. Choose the intensity on top of your head instead of on your face; not
is just a good pair of shades away. Most lenses of the tint depending on the conditions. For good. This is the single most important criteria for
sold today block 100% of UV light and so will go bright sunlight, Gold or Fire Iridium both work most golfers; after all if you can’t see it, you can’t
a long way to preserve our vision, but do precious very well resolving contrast and reduce eyestrain hit it.
little to help get that six footer in the hole. dramatically. The G30 is the only choice in Also new are hydrophobic and oleophobic lens
Golfers have specific vision requirements changeable light conditions and in low light coatings that repel water and body oils. These
and need eyewear that will enhance vision and Persimmon works to magically increase visual things are just amazing. Think about playing an
performance; eyewear that you never feel like you acuity, performance and reduce eyestrain. They’re entire round of golf without cleaning your glasses.
have to take off. This is why most golfers don’t all so good; you can read the greens with them on. Can’t be done? Think again. Current eyewear
wear sunglasses; it’s a lot of trouble. You put them The most advanced sports lenses adjust the technology has advanced to the point where sports
on then take them off before you hit then put them amount of sun protection they provide based on vision is no longer compromised by protection.
back on. Then you start over when you get to their the intensity of the light. Oakley’s Transitions are The best examples demonstrably enhance
next shot. And you have to clean them constantly; leading examples of this application; put them on visual performance and have progressed from a
sun block and body oils leave nasty smudges on indoors and they’re a light brown tint, walk out the fashion accessory to become indispensable sports
door and they darken immediately. This is more equipment.
“Mag-prod tayo!” seems to be the new catchphrase than that, we love rakenrol! And this is why In fact, these extra fingers actually looked like
among the “hipsters” and the “scenesters” in we started doing this production bit. Batugan is they belonged. They weren’t stumpy or twisted.
what constitutes as the “rock scene” these days. Bato’s younger sister—the kind that can be quite They were quite beautifully shaped, and each
A new production sprouts practically everyday, rebellious, but is no less incisive when it’s called one ended in a long, tapered fingernail. Hell, they
some with immensely promising (like Attraction! for. were scarily beautiful in a way that is difficult to
Reaction! and Helter Shelter) and others with, er, Aimee: We tried to help the community through put into words! The bands that Princess Batugan
disastrous results. Bato by putting on performances for causes. supports are like sixth fingers. They are all crazy
But independent music management outfit When this happened, we saw that most of the and different. Most have a certain wildness about
Princess Batugan has been with us for some time bands that we liked were underground and could them. Most make music that’s hard as rock, just
now, way back before SaGuijo became such a use all the help they could get, so we decided to the way we like it. We don’t sign up bands based
hotspot. According to one of SaGuijo’s main men help them out by putting this production out. on popularity, how many CDs they sell, or the
Angelo Carlos, “Princess Batugan has always number of radio and TV appearances they have
been one of the more consistent productions in Is there some sort of mission that you adhere made. Just because you look cute and sound
our place. With them, you’re always guaranteed of to with regards to how you do the line-up catchy, you can’t fake talent, and you certainly
a decent showing. And they have a certain kind of and conduct your shows? can’t fake originality. That would be boring,
crowd that they can virtually claim as their own.” Aimee: We tend to like the harder side to music— and the one thing we don’t want to be is boring,
Even though 95% of Batugan’s band line-up is or “edge,” if you will. Kung walang topak, we’re typical, or unimaginative. If Princess Batugan was
comprised of a bunch of heavy-leather toughies, not interested. Kung walang passion, we’re not a chick [and she is], she would definitely have
it’s actually run by a nice pair of Catholic interested. Gabbie handles the line-ups mostly, but balls—figuratively, of course. She would also
schoolgirls, Gabbie de la Rama-Talan and Aimee in the end we tend to agree which bands we want look like Tetchie Agbayani in the ‘80s, but with a
Marcos, who first crossed paths in the 2nd grade to support. People write to us and we welcome all mohawk.
and found that each had one-and-a-half number
6’s etched in the temple of their heads. What do you think are your most important
They recently held a Rogue-sponsored event “We tend to like the achievements so far?
Gabbie: That we are still doing this despite the
called “Maximo Libido” to celebrate a reunion
of the original lineup of Batugan bands,
namely: Severo, Salamin, Monkeyspank, and
harder side to music— increasing difficulty of waking up early with
hangovers—your body’s recovering abilities suck
in this case—since Sultan of Snap couldn’t
play—Glorious Masai Mara. We caught up with
or ‘edge,’ if you will. when you’re hitting 30. Kidding! It’s not really
about us. It’s about them. Every time a band we
Batugan’s dynamic duo and asked them what the
hell they’re really about. Kung walang support gets recognized, we get off. It’s a great
feeling when other people believe in what—and
What is the difference between Princess topak, we’re not who—you believe in. The fact that both Bato
and Batugan has set-up gigs to help the less
fortunate is an achievement. The fact that we
interested.”
Batugan and Princess Bato?
Gabbie: Princess Batugan is an offshoot of haven’t switched to supporting more mainstream
Princess Bato, a charity-based group headed by and steadier acts to match the fact that we aren’t
Aimee, and which she, Camille Lanuza, and getting any younger is an achievement. In fact,
myself came up with. Batugan focuses more it’s not about the achievements at all—it’s about
on the “artist aspect.” Princess Bato was also these letters. But we want to give people—who never losing sight of your purpose.
MAKE-UP BY BARBI CHAN
the name of Camille and Aimee’s band in high really deserve it—a chance. Real talent.
school with Beng Calma of Drip. It is, so to Gabbie: In 1999, I went to Sagada and met a So, do Catholic schoolgirls really rule?
speak, a promotional arm. The three of us, from tribal chieftain called a Dangwa. He had a sixth Gabbie: Only .05%. The others suck.
time immemorial [we’ve known each other since finger on each of his hands. The strange thing was
elementary] have always loved music. But more that this so-called abnormality wasn’t disgusting. Cris O. Ramos, Jr.
I
love KISS. They were the first Rock and Roll captured that energy on Alive!, and it became an who were famous for making plaster molds out
band I listened to, and the first Rock album I instant hit. This was then quickly followed up of celebrities’ penises) sounded innocent enough.
ever bought was theirs. My brother got me into with their most commercially successful album, It’s funny when you think that this band who were
them and, for that, I am forever grateful. The Destroyer. KISS had become a phenomenon. Four famous for their lascivious lyrics were all Beatles
moment I heard “Detroit Rock City,” I was guys in wild make-up and costumes playing sol- fans and that the band was patterned after the Fab
hooked. The great riffs, the energy, and, of course, id Rock and Roll. They were a twisted Rock and Four. Like the Beatles, Gene wanted each member
the wicked look. They were pure ROCK & ROLL. Roll circus act. They also had every conceivable to write songs and sing. Each of them was to be a
It was like a bomb went off in my head, and I’ve merchandising item available—from T-shirts and personality. They became The Beatles from Hell!
never been the same since. posters to action figures and comic books. (This KISS was a monster, and I loved them. But I do
KISS started out as a band called Wicked Lester was under Marvel, and which reportedly had their need to qualify that the KISS I love is the original
in New York city. Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley blood mixed into the ink that was used for printing. KISS: Gene Simmons, Ace Frehley, Peter Criss, and
decided to quit Lester and answer an ad in a local Wicked!) In 1978, they even made a movie called Paul Stanley. The other KISS incarnations have nev-
music mag placed by Peter Criss. They held audi- KISS meets the Phantom of the Park. Twenty years er interested me, and every album after Unmasked
tions for a lead guitarist, and the story goes that later, they released another excellent film called was pretty much crap. Over the years, the ugly
as soon as Ace Frehley walked in to the room and Detroit Rock City. truth behind the band was revealed, some of which
plugged in his guitar, they knew that he was it. As a kid, I lapped it all up. I had all the albums (on were confirmed in Gene’s autobiography. Appar-
When you mention KISS to anyone, the first thing vinyl), I used to draw the Destroyer album cover or ently, Gene and Paul were the dictators of the band.
they think of is the make-up. It’s what got my at- their faces in class. I even had the KISS lunchbox. Even today, as far as KISS’ business dealings and
tention before anything. I suppose that once they strategic career moves are concerned, Gene’s word
had the band together, they needed to find a way is law. Peter would go along to keep the peace, but
to stand out. In the early ‘70s, glam rock was all
the rage, so make-up and outlandish dress were
A moment that is Ace fought tooth and nail every time. Sadly, Ace
and Peter both had massive drinking problems.
the norm. They decided to take it a step further by forever burned in my Gene and Paul, oddly enough, never touched a
creating individual characters for themselves, and drop. Their thing was women, lots of women. To
they looked awesome. Like Rock & Roll super he- mind was when I saw his credit, Gene knew that the original four had to
roes. There was a mystique about them that was stay together for the KISS machine to operate at its
both frightening and fascinating. The costumes the “Lick It Up” video. highest level, both musically and financially. So,
were wicked. It was like they weren’t human,
which I think was the whole idea. Gene the De- It was KISS’ first one when Ace wanted to do his own thing, Gene sug-
gested that they all make solo albums and release
mon, Ace the Spaceman, Peter the Cat, and Paul
the Starchild. I fell for it. without make-up. I was them together. The fans loved it. It was like having
four KISS albums at once. The man was a genius.
Gene was my favorite. That wild crazed look and
his freakish tongue. I liked his songs the best, too, dumbfounded. My first In 1980, Peter Criss decided to quit the band. I
like “Rock and Roll All Nite,” “Calling Dr. Love,”
“Deuce,” and “Cold Gin,” just to name a few. He
thought was: “What the was devastated. I’ll never forget the day I rushed
out to get a copy of the Jingle magazine with a pic-
was the better singer as well. Gene prowled the
stage in his demon make-up, knee-high seven-inch
hell is this crap?!?” ture of Peter Criss sans make-up. You must remem-
ber that at this point no one ever saw what they
platform boots, his bass shaped like an execution- looked like without make-up, so it was a huge deal.
er’s axe, flicking his huge tongue. Plus, he spewed I turned the page, saw the photo, and was, well, a
blood and breathed fire on stage. Fucking awe- Everybody thought my KISS obsession was a bit bit disappointed. He looked just like a regular guy.
some! Definitely one of my favorite guitar players weird, but they just didn’t understand, man! This What happened to the Cat, man?!? Then it hit me.
ever. wasn’t just rock and roll, this was KISS. They were just regular guys. Reality had popped
He had the coolest licks and tone, his guitar liter- But, more than the make-up and wild costumes, that larger-than-life balloon in my head. He was re-
ally smoking on stage. He made his own smoke they had the music to back it up. Classic tunes like placed by Eric Carr, The Fox. To be fair, his make-
bombs, would stick them under an empty pick-up “Deuce,” “Firehouse,” “Strutter,” “Detroit Rock up was pretty cool, but nowhere near as cool as The
cover, and would light them during his solos. Peter City,” “Love Gun,” “Rock and Roll All Nite,” Cat. Peter left just before the release of Unmasked.
Criss’ was cool, and Paul “sizzle chest” Stanley “She,” “Cold Gin,” “God of Thunder,” “Beth.” The album that followed, Music From The Elder, a
was o.k., I guess. He sang well enough and wrote Solid riffs, great melodies, and a groove that was bizarre concept album, was KISS’ worst effort yet.
some good tunes, but he was just a bit too cheesy pure sleaze. Pure Rock and Roll, baby. At the time, They released one more album called Creatures of
for me. Because he was in the band, though, he was I didn’t fully understand the meanings of their the Night before guitarist Ace Frehley left. Then,
liked by default. songs. Lyrics like “Oh, baby please, get on your the unthinkable happened . . . they took the make-
They put out three excellent albums before their knees, there are no bills, there are no fees” (from up off.
big break came with the Alive! live double album. “Calling Dr. Love”) or “The plaster’s getting hard- It was, as far as I was concerned, the beginning
KISS’ greatest strength lay in their awesome live er, and my love is perfection, a token of my love of the end. A moment that is forever burned in my
shows—great tunes played with more intensity for her collection” (from “Plaster Caster”—a song mind was when I saw the “Lick It Up” video. It
plus a stage act that was out of this world. They about the legendary groupies of the same name was KISS’ first one without make-up. I was dumb-
40 MAY 2008 rogue magazine PHOTOGRAPH BY J.A. TADENA / MAKE-UP BY SOLENN HEUSSAFF
founded. My first thought was: “What the hell is going and committed the ultimate sacrilege: put-
this crap?!?” When the video ended, all I could say
was, “Put the bloody make-up back on!”
Gene will be the first ting other people in the costumes. KISS are on tour
now with some guy as the Cat and another clown
In the years that followed, KISS became very pro-
lific and had good success in the ‘80s glam scene. I
to tell you that KISS in Ace Frehley’s Spaceman suit. KISS has always
been very upfront about their objective: to be the
guess it was because it fit Paul’s persona perfectly. are not a bunch of biggest and greatest Rock and Roll band of all
They did release a couple of well received albums time. And, in the process, make as much money
in the ‘90s, but I wasn’t interested. I did enjoy artistes. They are in and have as many women as possible. No matter
LIVE IN CONCERTO
IN THE DAYS when radio was the rage, a 15-year-old became captive to the classics
I
did not deliberately set out to learn to love clas- Shortwave stations appreciate these reports be- Or the dawn-to-midnight vigils at the computer
sical music. It just happened. cause they enable their engineers to fine-tune their that many teens are hostage to these day—like our
When I was in my mid-teens, one of my hob- transmission. In appreciation, they send acknowl- 15-year old ward—without much thought to eating
bies was shortwave radio. I would spend hours edgment cards called QSL cards. Hobbyists collect and other bodily functions.
past midnight surfing the shortwave bands of these QSL cards, which they tack on to their wall But, hey, without the sedentary pleasures of short-
the General Electric radio-phonograph in the fam- map of the world, like fighter pilots painting an en- wave radio, I would not have fallen in love with
ily living room, straining my ears for familiar and emy’s flag outside their cockpits for every enemy classical music at the tender age of 14 or 15.
unfamiliar sounds from God-knows-where. Pretty plane that they have shot down. Shortwave Heaven, Waiting for a shortwave radio station to identify
much like an amateur astronomer scanning the called DXCC, consists in accumulating a total of itself sometimes meant staying tuned to it for 30
skies for familiar and unfamiliar sources of light. 100 of these QSL cards. to 60 minutes, and those minutes often meant be-
In the world of shortwave radio, one of the arcane I do not know if: a) shortwave radio is still a hob- ing the captive listener to a symphony or a piano
activities that hobbyists engage in is to send recep- by these days, and if b) hobbyists today still follow concerto being played.
tion reports to the various stations that one is able these rituals. But fifty years ago—and that tells you Without even knowing who Beethoven or Tchaik-
to catch, and rate the quality of reception according my age—these were the little joys that mid-teens ovsky or Mozart was, I fell in love with their music,
to strength of signals, interference from other sta- like me enlivened our days with. despite all the static and extraneous noises inher-
tions, and fading. The scales, if I recall correctly, Not quite like the life-and-death struggles against ent in shortwave reception. Culture, as they say, is a
were QRT from 1 to 5, QRM from 1 to 5, and QSB space aliens or other baddies that young people matter of exposure, and my life experience is living
from 1 to 5. plunge into everyday in the video games of today. proof of that truism. I never learned to read notes
BLUE WAVE
Archive photos of (L-R):
Grupong Pendong, Mike
Hanopol, and the facade of
70s Bistro.
I
’ve played the blues on Manila’s AM/FM ra- century, but I’ve met blues musicians and mu- created to serve Cajun cuisine, New Orleans Jazz,
dio circuit for a lifetime. I always mixed a sic lovers from every part of the green and blue and Blues. Idahoan Matt and Suzette Barrett had
mean musical cocktail that included rock, planet. Everyone has the heart and soul to love or gone all the way! Manila’s longest bar, 23 kinds
soul, R&B, jazz, fusion, reggae, and pop. A hate it. I have been to Chicago, Sheboygan, and of Bourbon, and a mural of the what NOLA is
generous dash of the blues with all the genres New York where you’d think blues was widely all about. I tried my best, and we had a fun run.
it has given life to. The recipe is a secret and its heard in clubs and music venues. Nope. One club, It failed even with the wonderful live music and
ingredients are available to everyone. Terra Blues in Greenwich Village served up blues parties. Another blues bar in Malate running out
Think back to Martial Law. 1972-1979. The in a small venue serving only booze and music. A of a trailer outfitted with bathroom and grill died.
Golden years of progressive Filipino radio, small stage for one black musician playing three And on the third floor of GB3, Mike Besa and
framed by curfews and no writ of habeas corpus, sets a night. There were 10 people in the place. In Noelle Reyes had a club to match many in New
when I’d play Champion Jack Dupree, Return Chicago, the club didn’t open its doors till 8 P.M., York. A dining area, bar, and outdoor band setup.
to Forever, and Stevie Wonder in one wave of and most small clubs and bars had blues maybe On the bright side, it was a slower fade to gone.
uninterrupted music. It was indistinguishable to one night a week. I produced dozens of “live-in studio jams,” in
me. The music flowed from one genre to another, I’ve talked with dozens of blues musicians on the NU107 FM studios for Crossroads from 1997
seamless and wonderful. The panacea for the the difficulty of staying with the music. Making till today with Captain Eddie and The Penguin.
political blues of those times. Some of the best a living for a family is hard in itself. It’s all about The best groups early on were showcased at
rock the planet will ever hear in one short burst the love and roots in America’s history. It’s about Bourbon Street. We had a couple NU Blues Con-
of time. being on the road for weeks at a time. Invariably, certs at Music Museum, and a Chicago Rib joint
if the musician doesn’t love the blues, it’s not go- in Eastwood held jams that served Chicago’s
The First Blues Lesson is that no ing to work. finest influences. Barbecue and Blues. The point
one is an expert. I have seen Manila’s blues scene grow to great is that there are dozens of venues for blues in
It may have been born in the American cotton highs and lows. My high was Bourbon Street existence. They are like an endless refuge that
fields and hot Mississippi shacks of the late 19th Cafe on Makati Avenue at the turn of last century, changes and moves on. Flourishing and fading. ⊲
IT WIll NEVER GET OlD. WAllY GONzAlEz IS STIll OUT THERE ON THE ROAD . . . JUN
lOPITO IS STIll JAMMING. DONDI lEDESMA, THE MAGICAl BASS PlAYER, HAS lOTS Of
VERY MODERN BlUES ON lINE . . . THE OlD WAVE IS NO MORE THAN JUST A PART Of ONE
PIECE Of THE PUzzlE. GROWING AND SPREADING.
tHe SeCond BlueS leSSon iS our bagoong and fresh pan de sal in her corner of the and blues.
PHiliPPine HiStorY. compound that was their temporary home. I’ve been at Café Stagionale in the West Vil-
I discovered much about the American occupa- The American troops pitched tents and had ac- lage where our own icon, Annie Brazil, sings jazz
tion of the Philippines from 1899-1912 while re- cess to the grounds surrounding the house, and standards on Fridays and Saturdays for tips. Huge
searching on the internet, libraries, and U.S. Army it was not uncommon for my Lolo to chat with Pop salaries and talent fees are not what the music
records. I set out to write the history of my own the soldiers in the afternoons and share a glass is about. I’ve seen blues/jazz bars turn into Sports
family’s stake in General Aguinaldo’s capture in of Tanduay rum as the hot day ended. A black Bars in Bridgeport and New Haven.
March 1901. The American General Frederick U.S. volunteer soldier from Kansas, Private Greg I was introduced to two Scottish bankers, Bill
Funston had evicted my Grandfather and Grand- Odrap, would sit at sunset near my Lolo’s shaded Renfro and John French, when the Crossroads
mother from their home in San Isidro, Nueva chair and play harmonica blues. My Lolo would was still new. John could slap the bass lines, and
Ecija in December 1900. From here, he would offer him a glass as his blues filled the coming Bill’s love of blues sent him on many quests.
plot the capture of General Emilio Aguinaldo, night, even teaching rudimentary blues lessons to Traveling to Texas to hear Stevie Ray Vaughan
the one Filipino rebel who could end combat and my Lolo. General Funston and his officers walked and set up a Blues Bar (called The Healer after the
insurgency. How the blues comes into play is even through the compound at night, nodding and song by John Lee Hooker) in Brisbane, Australia.
more fascinating. greeting my grandparents. The harmonica blues It was wonderful. They were bankers who loved
The General had his staff in my grandparents cut the humid dangerous darkness of San Isidro. blues. An unlikely combo. Bill died suddenly in
home—a close knit group of his nephew, an The point here is that the Blues was born a cen- Thailand, and John works in New York City today.
Spanish ex-soldier, Lazaro Segovia (who spoke tury ago, born in the fields of Central Luzon dur- The players of today’s modern blues scene has
Tagalog), the two American Hazzard brothers ing the hunt for Aguinaldo. It continued on as the grown and expanded. Blues Rock band, the iconic
who were officers, and a group of Macabebe American colonized the population and vaudville Juan De La Cruz, has remained the gold standard
Scouts (Little Macs to the Americans). My Lolo’s and jazz became a part of Filipino culture leading of orignal Pinoy Blues Rock. Pepe Smith, Mike
house staff served and did general house chores, up to WWII. Hanapol, and Wally Gonzalez have continued to
often listening and reporting to my Lolo. He was move forward, teaching and inspiring thousands
a pharmacist who had used his stores to pass intel- tHe tHird BlueS leSSon iS tHat of kids and a new generations—on songs of trip-
ligence on to American troops movements in a Manila HaS inFluenCed MillionS ping in the garden, teachers, Project 4, and swim-
store where prescriptions passed over the counter Let’s not forget that Bistro ‘70s is an icon and ming!
daily as well as vital information on surviving Penguin Café on Remedios is legendary. Living RJ AM debuted the original blues Juan de la Cruz
the American occupation, while my Lola cooked memories still soaking the night with cold beer and Bosyo Fortuno’s music then, only to turn its
DESIGNED TO STIMUlATE
why any major dude will tell you that steely dan is the greatest non-Band in history
Y
es, that question struck me when I first thing extra-special. In a Steely Dan production,
heard the name back in the fifth grade: egos are set aside so that all the attention can be EDITOR’S NOT
What the fuck is a Steely Dan, eh? Then placed on perfecting every aspect of the music. E:
many years later, an aging hippie on Haight Fagen and Becker write the songs, but they seek It is strong
ly recomm
Street gave me a tattered edition of Naked out veritable prodigies from the jazz and rock reader pre ended that
pare a Ste the
Lunch, William Burroughs’s hallucinatory beatnik worlds to help bring them to life, extracting in Fagen playl ely Dan/D
ist on an iP onald
masterpiece; and it was upon reading the book that the process inspired guitar, horn, and keyboard while read od to listen
ing this co to
I discovered that a Steely Dan was a giant, metal- solos that might never have found a platform fully under lumn, in ord
stand and er to
lic, futuristic dildo—an industrial-strength clitoral anywhere else. opinions ra appreciate
ised and id the
vibrator that looked like a space shuttle poised for Further evidence of their obsessive-compul- herein reg eas put fort
arding the h
takeoff. sive regard for sound quality is their unnerv- music.
I was curious to know this because Steely Dan ing reluctance to tour. Some of their songs are
also happens to be the pseudonym of one of the simply too complex to justifiably replicate on
most gifted and sophisticated songwriting, com- a live stage that they would rather not perform
posing, arranging, and recording collaborations
in the recent history of music. It’s funny to think
that a band of such intelligence and talent would HERE IS THE BASIC many people are familiar
name themselves after a sex toy—but then I real-
ized it made perfect sense: This band, like a dildo, IDEA: TWO DIRTY OlD with Steely Dan. Surprisingly because they may
well be the most harmonious band ever to be as-
was specifically and technically designed for no
other purpose but to stimulate the pleasure senses.
INTEllECTUAlS fROM NEW sembled in a sound studio—from a purely objec-
tive standpoint, because the only true way to rec-
They don’t want legions of sweaty groupies; they
don’t want to start a countercultural revolution and
YORK CITY DEVOUR ENOUGH ognize excellence is through objectivity . . . and a
subjective observation would be useless because
change the world; they don’t want to be MTV stars
or guests on Jay Leno—they just want to make
JAzz AND lITERATURE OVER there are probably just as many, if not more peo-
ple, who loathe their music than love it—and that
you come. They want to stimulate your ears and
mind and bring you to musical orgasm. And there-
THE YEARS AND DEVElOP AN is usually because they don’t understand it.
I’m a sick fan, I admit it, but before I risk the
in lies the rub, the joke, the sharp and sometimes
perverse humor, the gut-stabbing irony, the literary
AlMOST SUPERNATURAllY chance of rambling away like one, let me just say
that my reasons for being one have nothing to do
allusions, many of them violent and drug-related, INSPIRED ABIlITY TO with personal experience or sentimental value—
that define the greatest non-band in history. even though these things do matter. They have
I didn’t make that up: I heard some jazz geek say COMPOSE, ARRANGE, AND more to do with objective musical standards like
Children we have it right here On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene I was on the other side of no tomorrow Just roll with the homeys
It’s the light in my eyes But yours was kitchen-clean And knock on wood?
It’s perfection and grace Everyone stopped to stare at your Technicolor You walked in
It’s the smile on my face motor-home And my life began again From 1980s Gaucho album, “Glamour
Just when I spent the last piaster I could borrow Profession” is about the big-money L.A.
Tonight when I chase the dragon Clean this mess up else we’ll all end up in jail Cocaine concession; the line below referring
The water may change to cherry wine The test tubes and the scale It don’t seem right to a midnight purchase in Chinatown from a
And the silver will turn to gold Just get them all out of here I’ve been strung out here all night Columbian dealer:
Time out of mind I’ve been waiting for the taste you said you’d
From the Two Against Nature album, “Jack bring to me Jive Miguel
That’s from “Time Out of Mind,” their of Speed” is about an ecstasy addict on the He’s in from Bogota
bright-eyed smooth-jazz party song about brink of self-destruction: In the only Dan song sung by Becker, the Meet me at midnight
the virtues of Buddhism and Cocaine. bluesy “Slang of Ages,” dubious-looking E At Mr. Chow’s
The counterculture drug references are Teddy’s rollin’ now most every night tabs are purchased with reckless abandon
a recurring theme: “Kid Charlemagne” is Skatin’ backwards at the speed of light from a dealer who claims to be from Szechuan dumplings?
based on an acid guru from San Francisco Amsterdam: Now that the deal has been done
in the ‘60s named Owsley. The lyrics below “Dr. Wu” is a love story between a smack Either one, either one
describe the discovery of LSD and it’s dealer and his main customer, where the Did you say you were from the Netherlands
subsequent outlawing. Heroin seems to destroy the integrity of the Or was that Netherworld? And who can forget the gorgeous
relationship; you’re never sure whether it’s a If you grew up in Amsterdam background vocals of “Hey Nineteen”?
Just by chance you crossed the diamond with love song for a woman or for a drug: Well then I’m the Duke of Earl
the pearl The Cuervo Gold
You turned it on the world Katy tried These tabs look iffy The Fine Colombian
That’s when you turned the world around I was halfway crucified But you say they’re good Make tonight a wonderful thing
senses no matter how high you turn up the knob. REElIN’ IN THE YEARS
Go on, give it a try: you should have the volume The Grammy-Award winning duo
of Donald Fagen and Walter Becker
high enough to capture all those eclectic sounds circa 1976
and instruments.
I never tire from music that I learn something new
from every time I listen to it. Each time I listen to a
Dan song, I notice something different. There are
so many elements to follow, so many instruments gen and Becker’s impossible
and vocals, and as you focus on each one, each demands as recording studio
particular arrangement or solo, each bass or drum perfectionists.
beat, each hook, riff, or chorus, you’ll notice that
each one is pure genius. Now imagine all these the lyrics and stories be-
tracks of genius arranged neatly in a contained hind the songs are just as
musical composition. It’s practically impossible to good as the music itself.
hold all these elements in one coherent thought in The music is very literary be-
your head because there is too much going on, too cause the songs tell interest-
many ideas; the texture is that rich. For me, this ing stories that cover a vast
is the essence of good music—well written, well range of subjects and that may not be immediately
executed songs that continue to surprise, amuse,
entertain, and inform; even after years of listening:
understood by someone who isn’t at least college
educated and semi-well-read in English literature.
fAGEN AND BECKER WRITE
the ultimate deserted island discography. That might sound a bit snobbish, but these guys lIKE INSPIRED BEAT
Their lack of a visual identity as a group further don’t care: they write what they know and what
reinforces the idea that the music comes before the they know is plenty—medieval history, crime sto- NOVElISTS, AND EACH
musician. With the more than 70 musicians that ries, science fiction, forbidden love, insanity; and
have played for the Dan at one point or another, that’s barely scratching the vinyl surface, so to Of THEIR SONGS IS A
only Fagen and Becker have remained through-
out. While boundaries are broken today through
speak.
Fagen and Becker write like inspired beat novel- BRIllIANT SHORT STORY
technological tinkering and electronic sampling
of existing music, Dan did it in the ‘70s with real
ists, and each of their songs is a brilliant short story
told with an almost cinematic soundtrack; the lyr- TOlD WITH AN AlMOST
human musicians playing real musical instru-
ments. It’s no wonder they had to keep replacing
ics are somewhat histrionic, each track a scene in
twisted film noir (now we dolly back, now we fade CINEMATIC SOUNDTRACK.
band members—a permanent crew simply did not to black). It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand
have the endurance and skill to keep up with Fa- the enigmatic, sarcastic lyrics at first because it’s
I
n August 2006, I met three like-minded DJs our sonic uprising. know, but I assure you it makes sense. Even good
at a Makati café. Muzak drifted in the air, Fast forward to May 2007, at the launch of a new business sense.
an annoying reminder of why we had con- radio station—“Beep Beep,” that absolute Juan “LOCAL//:e! is a movement that produces its own
vened here in the first place. We represented dela Cruz classic, is roaring out of the speakers. music,” explains Juno. Here’s how I see it: in this
divergent music styles, but Juno Oebanda, DJ Except it’s a perplexing version, not quite the fa- country, foreign music reigns supreme in a music
Patch, Don don Renato, and I were united by what miliar rendition we listened to during our rebel- genre where no local musicians have really stood
you might think a pompous goal: Elevate a stagnant lious youth, but a more kinetic, collaborative inter- up to be counted. So this is a giant step, at least
local club scene. We weren’t being arrogant, really. pretation. The dancing crowd howls its approval in the context of the prevailing inferiority com-
Like everyone else, we were just plain bored. at a group of local musicians intently perusing plex. Using new technology—computer software,
Anyone who went clubbing, even occasionally, their laptops and keyboards. A month later, the cutting-edge hardware—we perform original mu-
at that time could tell the scene was as stale as of- same group performs a freakishly patriotic rendi- sic . . . live. We draw on diversified backgrounds,
fice coffee. DJs had limited artistic freedom—few tion of the national anthem at a URCC (Universal from the beach-inspired sound of couchLab to the
viable venues, a small market, and the general Reality Combat Championship) event in front of a bleepy electronica of Rubber, Inc. to the scratch-
resistance of establishments to showcase origi- mob hell-bent on hearing limbs snap. A few weeks ing and effects of Funk Avy. I remember thinking:
nal music. The club scene needed a jolt, that was later, two members of the group perform at Ware- “There’s something wrong when a local artist like
obvious enough. But who would flip the switch? house 135, peddling their wares to a dancefloor Funk Avy has an international recording contract,
Messianic complexes aside, the answer seemed so frenetic enough to put many a mosh pit to shame. but is not well-known in his own country.” That
simple. Fresh dance music, not reheated Ibiza left- Something is happening here. It’s what I like to just plain sucks.
overs, spun by local DJs like, well, us. call original dance music. Any casual fan of electronic music knows that
“We were all bitching about the scene at a forum See, LOCAL//:e!, our nebulous group of DJs and successful DJs abroad become popular because
in a DJ website,” says Juno Oebanda, the main pro- musicians, this electronica collective that’s unex- they produce their own music. It’s such a simple
tagonist of the trickily spelled LOCAL//:e!, which pectedly taking a life of its own, had just released equation—PLAY YOUR OWN MUSIC = CREDIBIL-
would eventually become the chosen vessel for a CD . . . and we gave it away for free. Weird, I ITY. Tiesto, Miguel Migs, and Richie Hawtin, who
OF Angels,
Bells, and
Bangaws:
Jingle Chordbook Remembered
photographed by Juan Caguicla at NORTH SY-QUIA ON APRIL 4, 2008
It could have been the published songs, whose lyrics and notes were already
transcribed for the convenience of aspiring (and maybe even expiring)
musicians. It could have been the articles, which not only featured sonic
personalities, events, and trends of the times, but—more crucially—
chronicled Pinoy music with more depth than any other publication had
cared to imbue. It could have been the spot cartoons and comic strips,
which tickled the eyes and brain as they did the ha-ha bone. It could, of
course, have been the record reviews—initially of vinyl records, later on
of cassette tapes—which prescribed anything from one bell (“poor”) to
four bells (“very good”), the little angel (“exceptional”) that was also the
magazine’s mascot, or the dreaded bangaw (“forget it”) to underscore
how trippy or shitty a local or foreign album of any genre was. Then
again, it could have been its overall attitude and spirit which, while not too
subversive, suggested that this was the bastard spawn of a marriage of the
popular and the putrid.
There are various reasons that Filipino music lovers of the ’70s and
’80s—even beyond, if we count buyers of reprints—can come up with to
explain why they ever scored a copy and dove into the newsprint pages of
Jingle Chordbook-Magazine. But there’s no denying the singular fact that
the magazine, which has been defunct for over 20 years, struck a chord
(no apologies for that pun) in countless lives. While not exactly as all-
encompassing as a newspaper, Jingle Chordbook was nonetheless picked
up and savored by the rich and the poor, male or female, young or old
alike—a reflection of how truly universal a language music is, even if the
only “music” you heard from Jingle per se was the rustling when its pages
were turned. Such was the power of the written word or the published
sketch that the magazine—the brainchild of a Beatles-loving entrepreneur
named Gilbert Guillermo—went on to attract generations of creative souls
to its fold . . . a revolving roster of writers, artists, editors, and a number of
musicians who added idiosyncratic flavor to Jingle month after month. In
*** mall. They are most likely to catch it watching old movies,
cartoons, “period films,” or some oddball film like Brazil.
“I don’t care much for the music, ITS THE HIGH FIDELITY The idealized setting for this music would probably have to
MAN!!!” Probably from the beginning, they never intended be The Jetsons. George had it all: the house, the maid, and all
it to be a showcase of artistry, but rather a marketing tool the things that this sterile vision of the future could provide.
for selling equipment people wouldn’t have bothered with If Hanna Barbera produced a prequel, then we would
at that time. STEREO. Composers were asked to write some probably see his “pad.”
“nice” tunes, probably paid a lot too, to highlight this It’s probably better to describe Space Age Bachelor Pad
Karl Roy then, body in shock and barely aware of have seen him at least once live, and remember quickly followed by the sound of a thousand
his surroundings, picked up the case of beer and being mesmerized as Karl Roy took over the asses abandoning their monobloc chairs.
proceeded to take the stairs up to his apartment. stage, jumping, dancing, bringing people Adolescent Chinese boys and girls quickly lost
He managed to get in and put the case down on to their feet. They remember shows with a their inhibitions and danced right in front of the
the floor before finally laying still, letting the hundred bands in the line-up, but never really stage in ways that would cause their families
stroke take its course. starting until P.O.T. marched onto the stage. to lose face. Karl Roy came on, shirtless and
“So you were having a stroke, and you sweaty from the strangely humid February
brought the beer up? That’s pretty amazing,” I night. “Sige na, pipol,” he pleaded in song.
say. “Yugyugan na.” And everybody answered with
Karl Roy looks up at me. He chuckles. “Beer,” their bodies, moving with the music, completely
he says, letting the word roll in his mouth. He rapt with the sheer presence of the frontman.
takes extra effort to form the word, incredibly It had been a kind of a homecoming for him.
conscious of the shape his mouth takes as he Karl Roy had studied in Xavier once, but he
enunciates the “r” at the end of it. only made it to Grade 4 before he had been
His wife Dena later clarifies that Karl had just expelled. During the flag ceremony, he stole the
come home from an all-day shoot with Red keys from Student Services and locked all the
Horse and was already inside the apartment. classrooms. Then he hid the keys.
He wasn’t more than a few minutes into telling I asked him why he did that. “I don’t know,”
her how the shoot went when, mid-sentence, he he replies. “I guess I was just . . . mischievous.”
went blank. “It took almost ten minutes for me He gives a wry smile.
to get help because Karl would not sit still long From across the room, Dena says “That’s the
enough for me to call or run to get anyone. I same answer you give me all the time.”
finally yelled out the window for somebody to “You’re still naughty,” she says to him. Karl
please help me because he was picking things can only nod. By the time he was fourteen,
up—our laptop and the case of beer—pushing Karl’s “naughtiness” had landed him in rehab,
me out of the way when I tried to get him to sit working a cocktail of drug dependencies out of
down. He dragged himself up the stairs in the his system. He, along with a couple of friends,
apartment to our bedroom with a grip so tight spent their school days getting high on whatever
on the banister, I had no choice but to let him they could get their hands on. By the time the
keep going.” He knocked over an electric fan, They might have never heard of P.O.T. before dismissal bell rang, Karl and his friends would
picked it up, and then removed his jacket and that night, may have never kept up with local be drooling on their tables.
shirt. It wasn’t until they got him into the car music before then, but after just thirty minutes It was around this time, working off the
that he collapsed. of funk grooves, they would be talking about it chemicals in his system, that Karl was forced
Years of bad music and sparkly t-shirts have for months afterwards. to face his reflection and ask “Am I a person
me confused over what a rock star truly is, but I remember being in first year high school that’s going to amount to nothing?” It wouldn’t
there’s little doubt here. Putting up a fight while when I first saw Karl Roy live. P.O.T. was be long before Karl found his way into his first
your body succumbs to a stroke? That, my playing at the Xavier School variety show, band, the new wave Advent Call.
friends, is the stuff of legend. one of those odd school fair shows that had Advent Call was one of those bands that came
Wolfgang in the same bill as RETROspect. The out of the early nineties band explosion. Like
Everyone who grew up listening to music in the show had been pretty dead until P.O.T. came on. many bands of that era, they rose from the swirl
nineties knows who Karl Roy is. They would The first few chords of “Yugyugan Na” were of chaos and creativity that was the original
“We were fighting over girls. And other things, too. We rocked
everything. We wrecked everything.”
Club Dredd. Alongside the likes of Datu’s the population would really get to know Karl It was the energy, really. Karl Roy attacked
Tribe, Rizal Underground, Tame the Tikbalang, Roy. the stage, he assaulted the music. He showed
Color It Red, Teeth, Yano, the Eraserheads, and a passion and an aggressiveness and a wild
a bunch of other great bands, Advent Call was By 1995, the band explosion had died down, and manic streak that woke up a bored listening
changing the landscape of Philippine music. what were left were a few stalwarts who had public. People say that Karl Roy in P.O.T. was
These bands were creating a scene, an entire survived the underground nature of their “better than Kiedis,” that he exhibited more
culture rising from live performance in small, emergence and made it into the mainstream. talent and intensity than the vocalist of the Red
intimate venues, where a whole generation By ’96, there was very little coming out of Hot Chili Peppers ever could.
found their voices. To this day, there are still the local scene, and some would say that local A P.O.T. gig was participatory. It was
people who lament the dissolution of Advent music was stagnating. impossible to just sit through it, to simply
Call, who will spend hours sharing memories And then came P.O.T. With P.O.T., Karl Roy remain a bystander to the music. Roy charmed
about those magical Club Dredd nights and truly unleashed his own unique voice. The people on stage, he would challenge them,
whining about how the music of today pales band’s sound, an unmistakable mix of funk, connect with them. He’d have people on their
in comparison to the music of the nineties. soul, acid jazz, and a hearty dollop of good feet before they knew it, and the funk would
Advent Call is still around, but with only one old rock ‘n’ roll, was definitely closer to Karl do the rest. They had massive crossover
of the original members still in the band, even and gave him a chance to really expand as a appeal, selling a ton of albums and getting
their biggest, most loyal fans have to confess performer. The band, most famously composed a lot of radio airplay. They were completely
that it just isn’t the same. of Karl, Ian Umali, Mally Paraguya, and unstoppable, and as long as Karl Roy took the
“We were really tight,” Karl says. “We spent, Harley Alarcon, had something really special stage with P.O.T., people would flock to see
like, Christmas together. Our holidays together. going on. They were the buzz of Manila, a shot them.
We were always together.” He can only speak in the arm for the local scene. People would
fondly of his days with Advent Call, but he flock to Mayric’s to see what the big fuss was, It’s pretty strange to see him now, years later,
was moving on to bigger things. Advent Call and they would leave those gigs as lifelong off the stage and struggling to enunciate
had set the stage, but it would be in P.O.T. that fans. his words. He’s made it pretty far in the six
months of recovery. His doctors failed to give “No need na,” Karl replies. He pauses, still members eventually tore them apart.
him medication for his blood clot right away, trying to remember. “We were fighting over girls. And other
leading to a pretty severe paralysis of the entire “Is it any good?” he asks after a moment. things, too. We rocked everything. We wrecked
right side of his body. It wasn’t too long ago “Yes,” Dena replies, without having to think everything.” There is a tinge of regret in Karl
when Karl was lying in his hospital bed, feeling about it. Roy’s voice.
like he was about to die. “I couldn’t speak, and I But he’s actually doing pretty well, “I really miss P.O.T.,” he says later. In 2006,
just kept thinking ‘this is it.’” considering that just a few months ago, doctors P.O.T. played a one-off reunion gig at ‘70s
He’s made it pretty far, but not everything were telling them not to expect anything. But Bistro, and the blogosphere’s general consensus
has come back yet. He’s had to learn to write he’s walking, and he’s really working at getting was that the band was still something else. Their
with his left hand because his right hand still better every day, diving into all sorts of physical reunion had filled up the Bistro, and people had
isn’t fully cooperating. He still has aphasia, and therapy. “I feel really lucky,” Karl says. “I sit in to be turned away for fear of asphyxiation inside
struggles to find words to complete his thoughts. waiting rooms with people in pain that I can’t the venue. Years after they had broken up, it was
He often stops mid-sentence, frustrated that his even imagine.” like they hadn’t missed a beat. The night went
vocabulary can’t keep up with what he’s trying “I’m lucky,” he says again, feeling the words exactly the same as it would have in the nineties:
to say. “It’s on the tip of my tongue,” he says in his mouth, liking how they taste. people dancing, singing along to all the lyrics,
often. He’s had to rely on his wife to complete everybody watching Karl Roy do his thing.
some of his sentences. “[Dena] reads my tongue Disappointment has been a running theme of Karl “[I’d get back with P.O.T.] in a flick of a
for me.” He then turns his head to his wife and Roy’s life. In his career, he’s always been on the finger,” he says. “There’s no more bitterness
quite literally sticks his tongue out, expecting verge of something greater, but always falling between us.” He’s recently worked with P.O.T.
Dena to find the word he’s looking for engraved short because of something life threw in the guitarist Ian Umali again in the studio for the re-
on the tip. way. Early in the band’s life, P.O.T. had gathered release of the P.O.T. album, and he admits that it
His memory isn’t all there, either. I asked him enough buzz and cash to make a stab at taking was great—that he loved working with him.
if he’s written any songs during the stroke. He the act international, but their promoter had “But we’re all so far away from each other
says no. spent all their money on drugs. “We thought now,” he says, almost sadly, explaining that a
“You did write a song,” Dena pipes up. [our promoter] was setting things up. We just myriad of reasons, some professional, others
“I did?” got an email one day. It said ‘we’re broke.’” geographical, that keep P.O.T. from getting back
“Yes you did. I filed it.” Later on, at the height of their popularity in the together. “The drummer’s in Saipan . . . Ian’s
Karl furrows his brow. local scene, Karl Roy was diagnosed with an got his studio going . . . it would just be really
“I don’t remember. Are you sure?” infected heart valve which put the band on a unlikely.”
“Yes. You want me to get it?” short hiatus. And then conflict between the band
UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL
Karl poses with wife Dena
at a party.
Opposite Page: Walking
on water in Davao.
“Wait for me,” he says to his fans. “I’m coming back.”
“It was a band that was never meant to be,” Karl from him. The truth is much simpler than that. Dena explains as she lays out some books that
says, almost wearily. He’s talking about Kapatid, Nathan had originally written the megahit rock they won’t have any space for any longer. A
his latest band, which has had a troubled history anthem “Noypi” for Kapatid, but Karl didn’t like stroke is an expensive malady to have, and they
so far. Karl was surfing his life away when it. “It takes a while for me to like a song,” Karl can no longer afford to stay in their home. At
some friends that he’d jammed with told him explains, and to this day, he regrets not paying the time of Karl’s stroke, he had just taken part
that they ought to start a band. These friends enough attention to what Nathan was doing. in a national ad campaign for a beer alongside
turned out to be J-Hoon Balbuena (of Kjwan), And then, after all that, tragedy struck: guitarist a bunch of other rock legends, and things were
Ira Cruz (Passage, and currently in Bamboo), Chico Molina had taken his own life. really looking up for the Roys financially. But
Nathan Azarcon (formerly of Rivermaya and But Karl carried on with the band, eventually in true Karl Roy fashion, it could never be that
currently, Bamboo), and Chico Molina. As enlisting legendary bassist and producer easy.
soon as they emerged, people started calling Louie Talan to form a new brotherhood. On But Karl takes it in stride. In truth, it would
them a “supergroup,” and it felt apt. These were the strength of the new creative collaboration, appear that he’s more concerned about finding
all people of immense talent, and there was a Kapatid was able to release a second album, homes for his three cats than what the future
lot of optimism back then about recapturing Luha. Things were clicking again for the band, holds for him. He’s been taking voice training,
lightning in a bottle for Karl Roy. They released even with an almost completely new line up, and trying to get himself ready to get back on stage.
an eponymous first album which was rather they had started work on their third album. He talks of studying to become a chef, pursuing
cheap looking with its photocopy insert, but But then Kapatid was derailed by Karl’s stroke. his love for cooking.
the music was exciting. There was lots of talk “Never meant to be,” Karl intones, trying to get “I like the sound of oil. It’s like a mini
about brotherhood and respect and the joy of the words through his still somewhat atrophied concert,” he says. No, these are not the plans
playing music together. Unfortunately, things mouth muscles. But Karl insists that Kapatid of a defeated man, one worn down by the
didn’t turn that way. The band split apart rather isn’t going to break up. “I just want something misfortunes life had placed in his way. These are
quickly, as a couple of members left for another to last,” he says, with just a hint of desperation. the words of what Karl Roy really is, what he’s
band, under less then amicable circumstances. After years of watching things he loves go up always been: a dreamer, a fighter, a veritable
First, Ira left, and then Nathan followed, and in flames, from his friendships in Advent Call force of nature. “I just keep coming back for
the two eventually hooked up with Bamboo. to the joy of P.O.T. to just the first few heady more,” he says, with both pride and weary
This little kerfuffle became the source of much days of Kapatid—Karl Roy is taking a stand and acceptance.
intrigue in the rock scene, with rumors flying sticking by this group. “Wait for me,” he says to his fans. “I’m coming
rampant that Karl wrote “Noypi” (originally as back.” And for all the uncertainties in the world,
a reggae song) and that Nathan stole the song The Roys are moving. “We had no health insurance,” these words ring unmistakably true. ☐
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Legend has it that if you take your guitar to a crossroads at midnight, the devil will come, tune it, and gift you with the
ability to play like never before. But the deal is that in a year’s time, he will come back to claim your soul. Perhaps that’s
why many guitarists—like the great bluesman Robert Johnson, who’s the supposed protagonist of this tale—always
played as if they were hunted and haunted, playing for their lives, running, keeping only a few steps ahead of that
hell-hound. Sometimes pegged as the Bodhisattva (enlightened one), Jun Lopito knows this restlessness only too well.
Hailed as one of the greatest players of his time, he’s gone through many changes, playing for bands like Airwaves,
Sampaguita, The Jerks, and Cocojam. Originally from blues band Mr. Crayon, Kakoi Legaspi seems to know this as
well—joining pop act Rivermaya and later Barbie’s Cradle before turning to session work. Currently he is the lead
guitarist of Salindawa, a multi-genre fusion group, as well as agit-rock group Periodiko. Manuel Legarda left Spain
to form Wolfgang, the hard rock/metal outfit that reigned in the ‘90s. Twice nominated at the NU Rock Awards for
“Guitarist of the Year,” he balanced his enduring commitment to the riffage of Black Sabbath with the pyrotechnics
of Dokken and a shade of bluesy rock in the course of five studio albums. After the band’s dissolution, he played with
rock band DRT, and is now currently a member of Razorback. Aside from Radioactive Sago Project, Junji Lerma also
plays for electronic/exotica collective Trip M, leads Latin-jazz group Wahijuara, and is a faculty member of the Ryan
Cayabyab School of Music. Getting his start with infamous thrash band Bazurak (with friend, Nathan Azarcon of
Bamboo), he offers his own take on the myth, and his own continuing journey as well as those of his peers. “[It’s] the
search for the one elusive note that’s needed for that particular moment—and that’s never the same.” That’s the true
curse of the crossroads: no matter which path you take, you’re never gonna stop traveling.
THE REVIVALIST
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Standing over 6-feet and weighing around 300 pounds, John Sobrepeña’s physical presence can be intimidating.
But as Moon Fear Moon—his musical nom de guerre—he commands an almost apocalyptic power, standing well
apart as the most distinct, uncompromising electronic artist emerging from the club scene: the specter at the
post-’90s after-party feast, foretelling change. Originally a hip-hop head, he produced tracks with MCs that were
met with mild interest. Angry and dejected, he spent time scaring the s**t out of audiences by fronting a Baguio-
based death metal outfit. Coming back, he found himself at Club Kemistry, meeting Erick Ong a.k.a. DJ Mulan.
Under the latter’s influence, he got introduced to the sounds of Autechre and Steve Reich, and to local pioneers
Rubber Inc. Killing time on a Technics keyboard (and later a laptop), he enjoyed the sounds they made under
his hand and found his weapon-of-choice. Having just finished work for the NCCA, Sobrepeña is now working
on music based on Jose Legaspi’s paintings, as well as music on “architecture and spaces.” At one exhibition,
he once told a famous actress that she was “ugly and had bad breath” after she accosted him for his “weird
sounds.” (They parted as friends by the end of the evening.) He reckons he still has a few scores to settle, but the
uninitiated shouldn’t expect his shadow darkening their doors any time soon. He’s sworn off live performances
for the time being. His influence may be penumbral—but nonetheless encompassing for that.
THE BEAT POETS
A . M . P. O . N . / hip - hop co l l ective
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Emerging as if from some wormhole from our primeval past, the ethnic-rock outfit
Kadangyan isn’t an atavistic throwback from a lost Eden or the musical equivalent of the
Tasaday in Mindanao, with their cotton underwear peeking beneath their costume of
leaves. Rather, they are modern-day warriors of a living heritage, purveyors of a sound
that lies underneath the din of urban noise, like the beating of a heart. Armed with mostly
handcrafted local indigenous instruments, they espouse universalism; the target is not
merely cultural preservation but to encourage the culture to evolve. Taking their name from
an Ifugao term, meaning “rich in culture,” they celebrate their roots but are never weighed
down by them. But, if there’s one cliché that applies—yes, they are restless.
T he R E V O L U T I O N A R Y
S ammy A suncion / B A N D L E A D E R
P H O T O G R A P H E D B Y J U A N C A G U I C L A in N O R T H S Y- Q U I A , M A L A T E
ON MARCH 26, 2008
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Johnny Alegre started his music career as a “folkie,” singing and playing his compositions on acoustic
guitar. But, impressed with the electric performances of the Juan dela Cruz band—especially the
idiosyncratic cool of Joey “Pepe” Smith—he found himself becoming their stage manager and later on the
axeman for Sampaguita. A self-taught guitarist, he attended the U.P. College of Music in the late 1970s,
studying composition. By this time, he had already heard Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew and fell under its spell.
A founding member of the U.P. Jazz Ensemble, he maintains that he’s no snob. True to his word, Alegre
and his band Affinity play in rock venues like Saguijo, playing music as raunchy and incendiary as any of
the other young acts on the bill. His most recent project finds him collaborating with Gerard Salonga and
the Global Studio Orchestra. The album, Eastern Skies, is a majestic piece of work that even contains
hints of Alegre’s folk roots, his blues background, as well as being a showcase for his soaring ambition as a
composer. For Alegre, the sky’s the limit.
THE BLUESMAN
B inky Lampano / b l ues singer
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“They got a tradition over there,” Binky Lampano tells the crowd gathered at 70’s Bistro, referring to lyrical
themes of traditional blues. “Before, they called it rape, loot, pillage . . . then, it became sex, drugs, and rock
‘n’ roll . . . that’s not original to them, I say. Here, we have alak, sugal, babae . . . ” These spiels in between
songs amply demonstrate Lampano’s fierce intelligence and wit, but it’s when he opens his mouth to sing the
blues that the punch lines really dig in deep. Lampano started singing with his band, Dean’s December, during
the ‘80s. He wasn’t singing Muddy Waters then, but rather Morrissey, in venues like local punk HQ Katrina’s.
The only thing that prevented him from getting killed was the fact that its patrons acknowledged that, if
anything, the man certainly had balls. Later on, Lampano turned to the blues, discovering in its archaic but
resonant structure a more natural platform to express himself. With his band, Lampano Alley, he performs
sets whenever he’s in town (he’s currently based in L.A. as a teacher). Watching him onstage—not bothering
to use his microphone half the time, berating/cajoling the crowd to join in, or confiscating cell-phones during
his set—one can’t say he’s only remarkable for having balls, but that he possesses an even more impressive
instrument: his voice. Hallelujah!
THE CONDUCTOR
G erard S a l onga / conductor & C O M P O S E R
Musically inclined from the get go, which came as no big surprise since he has famed Lea Salonga as a
sibling, Gerard Salonga has been engaged in the arts since the age of five, playing the keys of the piano.
Since then, his craft has been heard all over, although he prefers to be more of a behind-the-scenes
kind of musician. A lover of jazz and the romantic period of classical music, Salonga’s been influenced
by the four legendary B’s, namely Beethoven, Brahms, Bill Evans, and (Leonard) Bernstein. Graduating
summa cum laude from Berklee College of Music (where he received Berklee’s Contemporary Writing and
Production Achievement Award), he is also a three-time recipient for Best Musical Director in the Aliw
Awards. Currently, he is doing recordings of music by Filipino composers, such as Angel Peña and Lucio
San Pedro, whose works are otherwise unavailable in recorded form. Of the series, collectively known as
Musika Natin, he says, “I feel very lucky to be able to share this music with my fellow Filipinos, as well as
everyone else around the world.” A quiet revolution perhaps—but no less resounding for that.
THE INGÉNUES
K atwo Librando , Loube l l e Luis , Lougee B asabas / singers
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On stage, they are in a constant state of animation: melodic crooning and jarring shrieks,
swaying and whirling to the beat. Off-stage, they can seem coy, sweet, and helpless even.
With her Kewpie good looks and soft-spoken voice, Loubelle Luis says that, “one cannot be
judged on the basis of one aspect of their being.” Indeed, what she says becomes evident
after hearing her guttural vocal delivery for metal act Descant Gott. Self-named “punk
skunk” Katwo Librando-Puertollano, who fronted the highly danceable but now defunct
Narda, carries herself like a more restrained version of Audrey Hepburn. It’s a demeanor
she only interrupts with mouth-palmed laughter. These days, she’s in the pop punk
supergroup Duster with fellow chick rockers Kris Dancel and Myrene Academia. Mojofly’s
Lougee Basabas takes on both singing and writing responsibilities for her band while
managing an ubiquitous presence on billboards, TV shows, and music videos. No mere
innocents, these chanteuse darlings are image-savvy queens setting the timbre and tempo
of their careers underneath their demure charms.
THE GODFATHER
E mi l io T uason / disc jock E Y & R A D I O station owner
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Most people believe the radio station, 99.5 RT—which served its listeners best from the late seventies to the hot
New Wave era and down to the cutting-edge nineties—died when its head honcho Emilio “E.T.” Tuason left. Under
his helm, his station started broadcasting in 1976, and it soon became a very crucial medium that was responsible
for shaping the music sensibilities of an entire generation. With the call name “E.T.,” the man was a proverbial
force to reckon with: a purveyor of cool who seemingly held the Holy Grail for definitive music. Dubbed by many
as the coolest station owner ever, Tuason lived and breathed the music that he also liked to share. Advance vinyl
pressings direct from record labels in the United States were usually on hand in the booth. Even cooler, they
weren’t off-limits to curious kids dropping by the station. That was his ultimate goal: to separate the good from
the bad and letting you decide (but without giving you much of an option to choose badly). To those of us who
remember “the rhythm of the city,” his legacy is undoubtedly assured.
THE SVENGALIS
Li z z a G . N akpi l , T ommy T anchanco , R ichard T an / ta l ent managers
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Managers are a dime-a-dozen. Many of them abound in every nook and cranny in the entertainment industry: any pair of
tits-and-ass or abs willing to perform has one. But in the local industry, only a chosen few can claim to be a Svengali—that
frequently misunderstood figure often maligned but also feared in equal measure. They’re not just pencil pushers, but
rather creative mavericks who choose to mold talent and present them to an eager market. Richard Tan started out as
music journalist and reviewer for Rock & Rhythm magazine before meeting The Youth’s Robert Javier. Eventually he
started managing them as they notched up hits like “Multong Bakla.” He shifted his music publishing company, Backbeat,
into artist management, handling acts like Tribal Fish, The Teeth, Parokya Ni Edgar, and Kamikazee. Acknowledged as
the “godfather of local punk,” Tommy Tanchanco founded the pioneering independent label, Twisted Red Cross that put
out seminal albums by Betrayed, Urban Bandits, and Dead Ends. He then surprised everyone by taking on pop-rock act
Introvoys, and later Barbie Almalbis and Kitchie Nadal. He’s since put up another label, 12 Stone Records, that manages
Almalbis and electro-pop outfit Vince Noir Project. The only lady who can lay claim to the distinction, Lizza G. Nakpil, was
a financial analyst or—as her mother, author Carmen Guerrero-Nakpil, terms it—a “conceptual marketer” before getting
the idea to form a rock band. Knowing nothing about music, she and partner Chito Roño auditioned musicians. After
many false starts and breaks, Nakpil steered her charges into getting an album out. Their first single was “Ulan”; the band
was called Rivermaya. Although they all protest that they’re nice people, being a Svengali requires a bit of ruthlessness as
well as finesse. At the Rogue shoot, they smiled and exchanged niceties, knowing that the games were just
THE METALHEADS
S u l tans o f S nap / band
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Metal refuses to die. To apply admittedly dubious Darwinian standards, the genre itself should be
extinct, given the finite permutations of the kick-ass riff available on the fret board and the redundancy
of its themes. But like cockroaches, it survives—evolving even. For metal act Sultans of Snap, those
changes are rung, not with exploring exotic scales (although they do make detours into Eastern
melodicism) but with attitude. Their LP, All Must Bow, was released in 2004 with little or no fanfare in
the general media. Those who listened, though, paid attention: there was no mistaking the intent or the
bravura their honed chops brought to the music. They were unapologetic for playing a particular virulent
strain of metal: thrash. But best of all, they played with a sense of fun. As anyone who’s been witness to
their live shows will attest, they put on one helluva show, an anarchic showcase of the Sultans’ flair for
performance and their dedication to metal’s past acts.
THE “KID”
R ico V e l e z / bass p l ayers
P H O T O G R A P H E D B Y A T M A C U L A N G A N in R I C O velez ’ S R E S I D E N C E
ON MARCH 26, 2008
There will never be any end to the array of nostalgically tinted period
dramas and white-knuckle adventure fiction set to trappings of the
American Wild West. Its charms are predicated on the allure of a past
fraught with danger and an untamed frontier lacking the civilized trappings
of institutionalized law and order. Nor will anyone forget the mythic
yearning that drove hundreds and thousands of individuals from around
the globe to relocate to Silicon Valley and find their own piece of dot-com
adventure. Rico Velez is an everlasting legend all his own. While Velez
played throughout the late 20th century with the likes of Sampaguita and
Jun Lopito, music remains his New Mexico. As certain territories of popular
music become increasingly refined, Velez charges forward into those where
the canon is not so rigidly defined, through his long lasting association with
the reggae rock fusion of Coco Jam and Tropical Depression. Like a certain
baby-faced gunfighter ambivalent to the factions of his day, Velez operates
outside of the traditional binary opposition between the easy-listening
ballads of OPM and the folk hedonism of rock. They say legends never die,
but it’s the rebels who never get old.
THE PUNK
A R N O L D M O R A L E S / voca l ist & songwriter
“This isn’t punk rock,” declares Arnold Morales from the stage,
surveying the crowd with a hint of the demon of old in his eyes,
“This is PUNK!” Characteristically, Morales has always stood
apart, but only because he always stood his ground. Whether it
was wearing red socks onstage with his band College while the
government was cracking down on suspected communists or
brandishing a golf club during the Urban Bandits’ guest stint on
Channel 7’s Discorama, he epitomized his own statement, “We
don’t read the news—we make it!” In the ‘90s he led another
musical subculture with his group Put3Ska. These days he heads
Music Front, whose music he mischievously but not flippantly
calls “power pop” and whose credo when it was first formed in
the ‘80s was: “We’re not a band; we’re modern newscasters.”
The shift from being the news to the ones delivering it isn’t
indicative of any mellowing down. In fact, it’s rather more borne
out of a reluctance to play to people’s expectations or that
Morales has always been an astute observer of the seismic shifts
of the cultural landscape, no matter how banal its portents.
Like that one early morning some time ago when he couldn’t
sleep and sat outside his house—surveying his surroundings,
he spotted words on a wall. From this he would pen what was
to become the definitive anthem of an era: the apocalyptic, “No
Future Sa Pader.” As Music Front’s MySpace site says: “It is still
not a band. Times have not changed. The news has not, either.”
Indeed, the writing is on the wall.
THE
flAVOR Of
THE MONTH
MOCHA / SINGER & PERfORMER
P H O T O G R A P H E D BY M A R K N I C DAO
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Before the advent of the rave culture in the country, disc jockeys usually played records that were probably only as
significant as the mirror balls hanging from the ceiling. Beginning in the ‘90s, warehouse parties brought people—
clubbers—together, promising a new revolution that wasn’t only musical but fancied itself a social one, too. In dance
culture, the DJ reigns. Superstars like Manolet Dario, DJ Elmer, Owens Sun, and Nikki embody the evolution of Manila’s
club scene, from that of aural wallpaper to being the event itself. Armed with their own particular styles, they keep the
party going well past its supposed sell-by date.
THE
SESSIONISTS
Louie T a l an A N D D ondi Ledesma / session
p l ayers
L O U I E P H O T O G R A P H E D BY AT M AC U L A N GA N
ON MARCH 26, 2008 / DONDI PHOTOGRAPHED BY
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P H O T O G R A P H E D B Y A T M A C U L A N G A N in WA L L Y chamsay ’ S
ORTIGAS OFFICE ON MARCH 26, 2008
Portable culture is crucial to a society in motion. This was just as true in the
past as it is now. In the 20th century, the handheld forms of media were
the pocket book, the disposable camera, and the handheld stereo cassette
player. In the age of mobile telephony, Kindle-based digital literature,
and sleek multimedia players that induce enamel-colored envy among
the consumer have-nots—personal consumption is not only becoming
increasingly portable but transcendental as well. Wally Chamsay takes this
cultural shift seriously; the old ways of business have been completely tilted
while diminishing sales have led to an increasing sense of panic among
recording labels over their imminent obsolescence. A former managing
director at Sony Music Philippines, whose parent company invented last
millenia’s iPod, Chamsay once signed a hard-hitting rock act with grungy,
metallic aspirations called Wolfgang. Maintaining his reputation for infusing
enthusiasm with pragmatism, Chamsay has embraced the future. At EGG, he
is forging relationships with mobile companies to distribute the multimedia
that keeps the pods of gadgeteers full and content.
THE ENGINEER
A ngee R o z u l / engineer & producer
P H O T O G R A P H E D B Y S T E V E T I R O N A in T R A C K S S T U D I O O N A P R I L 1 5 , 2 0 0 8
Possessing a sharp ear for distinguishing the quality of sound, a sense of pitch, timing
and rhythm, an encyclopedic knowledge of electronics and acoustics, an ability to
cope with long grueling hours and tight uncompromising deadlines, and, lastly, but
just as importantly, patience even in the face of petulance—the definition of this in the
local music scene is none other than Angee Rozul. Working sub-rosa except to those in
the recording industry or to anyone who bothers to read the liner notes on just about
any local album in the last decade or so, Rozul has in truth collaborated with everyone
from South Border to Rivermaya, Hale to Jolina Magdangal. “He understands, man. He
just understands,” declares Razorback’s Tirso Ripoll, “and he’ll do whatever it takes
to make sure you get that perfect sound. If you needed to slaughter an animal in the
studio for the sake of a great recording, he’d probably do it for you!”
THE JOINTS:
SAGUIJO AND CLUB DREDD
D an Lim , G e l C ar l os , H ank P a l en z ue l a , P atrick R eidenbach
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As rampant as mushrooms sprouting by the droves in the most unlikely places, countless musicians appear in
almost every corner of the country. If they’re fortunate enough to be heard, most often than not, their audiences are
comprised of their folks, maybe their friendly neighborhood sari-sari store vendors and drunken tambays, their venues
no bigger than the confines of their garage. Patrick Reidenbach decided to put up Club Dredd in the ‘90s, a little more
than a hole-in-the-wall haunt in Timog, it was named after his favorite comic book character, the fascistic lawman
Judge Dredd, who no doubt would’ve put away the riff-raff of aspiring musicians that congregated there. Some of the
most successful bands of the country such as the Eraserheads, Parokya Ni Edgar and Yano started to play there when
they were still unknown and had nowhere else to perform. They were encouraged to play their original compositions
and were encouraged in their precocity. It was an alternative hangout for those who couldn’t disco-dance or didn’t
care to hear another show-band cover of Toto’s “Rosanna.” Though it has already closed its doors twice in the past,
Reidenbach and old regular Hank Palenzuela reopened the bar’s third incarnation last year in Eastwood. Before that
though, Dredd’s spirit was kept very much alive at saGuijo. Headed by Gel Carlos and Daniel Lim, it became the focal
point of a renascent post-’90s OPM scene with jazz, blues, electronica, hip-hop and rock converging in its environs.
But it’s become a venue—not just for music—but also for the burgeoning “indie” community as a whole, encompassing
the visual arts and even fashion. The best gauge of saGuijo’s success is that it has undeniably been embraced by the
mainstream but, like Dredd, never pandered to it. Best of all, both of them are still at it.
110 MAY 2008 rogue magazine
P H OTOGRA P H ED A ND STYLED BY JU A N C A GU ICLA
SANYA SAYS
Hair and Make-up by JUAN CAGUICLA / ALL CLOTHING FROM PAUL SMITH
As the daughter of Pinoy rock legend Joey “Pepe” Smith, the spirit of rock
‘n’ roll steadily courses through her veins. But despite her brag-worthy
bloodline and automatic genetic advantage, model and MYX VJ Sanya Smith
is no attention-hungry celebutante with an attitude. In fact, as LUIS KATIGBAK
discovers, there is more to the marvelous Miss Smith than the strangely
beautiful face, stylish bob, and sonic pedigree
You’re on your way to meet her
when the storm hits.
Sitting in a cab en route to Ortigas, with the sound of the little room I was paying three thousand pesos a month for,” she
sudden downpour almost drowning out the AM radio, you laughs, and taking public transportation every day, even “going
start texting her, telling her where you are, letting her know to work when the floods were up to my knees.” It wasn’t the
that you might be a little late, while in the back of your head best of career choices, to be honest. “I wasn’t earning very
you’re thinking that the turn the weather has taken is fitting, in a much, I wasn’t earning enough to save up . . . My goal was to
way—heavy rainfall and instant traffic-blare acting as an oddly save up for college.” You ask her if she had any extraordinarily
appropriate soundtrack for your first encounter with Sanya bad experiences while living there, and she tells you about the
Smith. time she barely escaped getting mugged or worse, when a dirt-
This is what you know about Sanya: she’s the daughter of stained man in tattered clothes and wielding a bolo came at her,
musical icon Joey “Pepe” Smith, which makes her rock ‘n’ roll and she got away by clambering into an FX and locking the
royalty. She was one of the winners of the MYX VJ search, which door.
makes her one of the regular hosts you come across on the MYX Still, she has fond memories of her stint in Sampaloc. She
music channel’s shows and events. She’s a model, which makes describes the “adorable old couple” who owned the house she
her an attention magnet, a head-turner, and someone who in was living in, and she chuckles as she remembers the old man
all likelihood is a lot taller than you. These three facts, taken with an eye ailment, who happened to own a dog with the
together, act like three points defining a two-dimensional shape, exact same eye ailment, so that they “looked like something
giving you an incomplete idea of what she might be like; and the from a movie.” She even got along with the local basketball-
idea is more wild and turbulent than it is tranquil and sunny. playing, gin-swilling slackers. “The guys from the kanto, yeah
When you get to the café, though, the weather has calmed I made friends with them,” she says. She admits that “at first I
down considerably, and Sanya’s sitting there at one of the was scared—‘white girl in the ghetto!’” she laughs. “But I did
outdoor tables, a presence patient and quiet yet near-impossible fine.” They ended up getting along, hanging out. “We’d all sing
to ignore. Even if you had never seen any pictures, you would karaoke.”
know it was her: stylish bob framing a strangely beautiful The crack about being a white girl leads to a talk about her
face, long lean figure, distinctive yet not overly-planned outfit background. “My mom’s a full Pinay, with a little Spanish
consisting of chunky boots, a short skirt, and a predominantly blood, maybe,” she says. “My biological dad is half-American
red sweater. and half-Filipino.” She was born here in the Philippines, and
You sit down with her and you have coffee and you talk. She’s then her mother took her to Singapore when she was one or
tough and cool and funny without trying to be tough and cool two years old. That was where her mom met the Swedish
and funny—she’s tough because of the shit she’s been through, fellow that her mom ended up marrying, the man who for over
she’s cool precisely because she’s unaware of how cool she is, a decade Sanya believed to be her one and only father. He had
and she’s funny because, well, who knows where a sense of a daughter by a previous marriage, and he and Sanya’s mom
humor comes from? And as you talk, that two-dimensional idea would have three more children together. The family moved to
you had of her in your head starts to extend, to become a little Kuala Lumpur in 1993, and Sanya wound up in the Philippines
less incomplete. around the year 2000. “It’s weird because here I’m considered
“Me, I’m just pretty much floating around, constantly looking a Caucasian-looking person, or I look white,” she says. “In KL,
for a new adventure, something new to do,” Sanya says, by way I was ‘the Filipino,’ you know what I mean? I had long black
of explaining why she joined the MYX VJ search. “I don’t know hair, I was tan. Dorky little Filipino girl. I come here, and all of
if I can say that I’m a jack of all trades, but I take interest in a a sudden, I’m a white girl! It’s so weird.”
lot of different things, in different fields, and then I’ll discover Sanya’s sisters, however, were always "whiter" than she was—
something else and I’ll move on to that without finishing the with light brown hair, fairer skin. “I stuck out like a sore thumb.”
other thing, and move on and on and on . . . So that led me It was one of the things that led her to imagine that a secret was
to where I am now.” Where she is now seems like a pretty being kept from her. “I kind of suspected,” she says. “Under the
sweet place to be: she enjoys being a VJ, and she enjoys being bed, there was this box of pictures, baby pictures, we’d look
a model, and how many of us can claim to have two jobs we through them together every once in a while. There’d be one
enjoy? It’s easy to assume Sanya is one of those people who picture of this old guy with my mom, obviously a musician.
coasts through life, blessed with an automatic genetic and I’d ask, ‘Who is this man?’ It was a very '80s photo too, his
Hair and Make-up by Xeng Zulueta
financial advantage, who never has to really work for whatever hair was all like that, and he’s got eyeliner, there’s red lighting
they want nor do anything they don’t want to do. It’s easy to be everywhere—[and my dad said] ‘Oh, that’s your mother’s
so totally wrong. ex-boyfriend.'” It wasn’t a lie, but more explanation would be
“I was a telemarketer,” she confesses. It’s hard enough to called for soon enough. “There was another picture of him and
imagine Sanya Smith—model, VJ, rock royalty—as a regular my mom holding a baby, and on the back it said: Sanya, two
office employee, much less as a telemarketer “cooped up in days old. ‘Why is my Mom’s ex-boyfriend holding me?’” Sanya
this little office on España,” but that’s what she was, for almost at the time, suspecting the truth but not willing to face it yet, just
half a year. “Right after I graduated high school, my stepdad, “shook it off. Maybe he visited when I was born.”
he’s pretty old school, he’s like—once you hit 18, you’re on It was after her parents’ marriage broke up, when she was
your own. He gave me two weeks to find a place and a job.” 14 or 15, that her dad ended up telling her everything. “I
She ended up renting a room in the Sampaloc area, “a shitty remember the day like it was yesterday,” Sanya says—the
commands your attention, draws you in. Even in a position know what I mean?”
that’s ostensibly vulnerable, she’s the one with the power, Sanya’s plans for the future include saving up for a computer
a creature of mystery and strength, like an otherworldly and for a course in Multimedia Arts. When she was little, she
collaboration between Modigliani and Jack Kirby. says, “I wanted to be a zoologist, a vet, an astronaut, a cop,
After high school and the telemarketing gig, which she I wanted to be in the army, I wanted to be a filmmaker . . . I
quit when she turned 19, Sanya ended up doing radio work still want to be a filmmaker!” Not to mention a photographer,
at RX 93.1, which she enjoyed a great deal. Soon after, she a writer, an artist: she has an affinity for all types of artistic
was persuaded by friends—a friend from Chameleon Models expression. You have no doubt that she has the will and the
International in particular—to try her hand at being a model. talent to do what she wants, for as long as she wants to do it.
“So far it’s been fun . . . I enjoy modeling now!” she exclaims. You check your watch. The hours have flown by. The rain has
“I had no idea it was going to be like this. It’s not really a bad passed. ☐
“In the late months of 2005, I chanced on an notable guests include Captain Fingers himself, Lee
acquaintance in a jazz bar—Sandra Lim Viray,” Ritenour, David Benoit and jazz singer Diane Schur.
recounts Zenaida Celdran on how the First Philippine Of course it’s also the best place to watch local jazz
Jazz Festival came to be. “[She] casually asked me if talent, such as the internationally acclaimed Mon
I wanted to help her get a jazz festival off the ground. David, local heroes Johnny Alegre’s Affinity, and
After a few songs, she invited me over for a meeting saxophonist Tots Tolentino. There are also younger
to discuss the matter further.” talents who showcased their stuff at the festival,
Known as the “Queen of Philippine jazz,” Viray including Up Dharma Down, Saxophoro, Radioactive
is also the president of the Philippine International Sago Project and even Rogue cover girl Solenn
Jazz and Arts Festival Foundation, the country’s most Heussaff.
important organization dedicated to the promotion But it’s very much an intimate gathering of jazz
and development of jazz. A singer of Ella Fitzgerald- artists and aficionados in the country. Veterans
like pathos and range, her enthusiasm and passion like guitarist Edgar Avenir or “Koyang” as Viray
for the endeavor won Celdran over. After that fateful affectionately calls him, world music proponent Bob
meeting with Viray, she writes, “my life has never Aves, and singer Tillie Moreno have performed at one
been the same again . . . believe that.” time or the other.
Now on its third year, the Philippine International Of course, the “stars” are the original gals who
Jazz Festival has played host to an impressive list helped put it together, who have done much to keep
of international artists. This includes husband-and- jazz in the limelight. (Viray’s especially used to it
wife percussionist Airto Moreira and vocalist Flora though, having been hand-picked to perform for jazz
Purim—the former was involved in the seminal Miles greats Boy Katindig and Bong Peñera.) The PIJ azz
Davis LP, Bitches Brew and played with the famed Fest, as it’s abbreviated, is indeed a landmark event,
jazz trumpeter for his legendary performance for the much anticipated by everyone who appreciates good
Isle of Wight Festival. Moreira’s wife, Purim, has music. To borrow an expression from jazz’s more
played with, among others, Chick Corea and Stanley raucous cousin, they rock.
Clarke for their band Return To Forever. Other
12:53 P.M.
On-board flight CO 235 Seattle to Anchorage
Managed to get my ass on the flight, saved me the 12-hour wait
in Seattle. The three-hour wait at the airport was pretty much
uneventful. Had a tuna melt, cafe mocha, smoked a couple of
fags, bought an Alaskan guide book, and waited at the wrong
gate for like an hour until I realized I was at Continental
Airlines and not Alaskan. Sometimes I feel like I operate better
9:00 P.M.
Eagles Nest Motel
It's -1°C. Just got back from walking around
downtown. A couple interesting sights include
the 4th Ave theater that was damaged in the
big earthquake of 1964, a few cool shops (one
with a huge bear), a humpback metal sculpture,
the artisan center, an Arctic poppy shop, and a
Captain Cook monument. Great place to watch
the sunset and flight path of the airplanes. The
monument overlooks Cook Inlet, and it was dead
quiet there. Even in downtown Anchorage, you
get the feeling of this quiet tranquility and sense
of "into the wild." It's cold but bearable. I take a
when I'm hung-over, but then looking at clouds outside the window. Suddenly, bus back to the hotel, and the room is hot as shit.
again—as usual—I didn't sleep snow-covered mountains appeared like giant So, I ask the girl at the front desk how to control
last night. Maybe too excited, pieces of dry ice. Bags were late getting off the the heater. (It was so hot, I was afraid to fall
plus I'm still jet-lagging from plane. Scared the shit out of me, thought I would asleep for fear that I may not wake up from a heat
Manila. So, here I am on the be stranded in Alaska with only my camera and stroke.) She said that there was an air-conditioner
plane and, in around two hours one thin, light jacket. at the back of the room, to turn it on . . . what the
more, will finally be in the Anyway, funny story from San Francisco. Ron fuck. It's sub-zero outside and I got the A/C on in
last frontier after all this time. had this funky contraption in the shower: a the room. As both the A/C and the heater battle
Forecast for Anchorage during hose was connected to the shower-head and it out for a comfortable temperature, I check my
arrival: -2°C, light snow, and was shooting out water while the shower was Facebook, and Carlos Gaspar—a friend from
five-mile visibility. on. Since I figured I needed special instructions Manila—sends me a message. He has to take his
on how to use it, I never quite got around to son to Ninilchik in the Kenai Peninsula (about
5:40 P.M. showering until the morning just before I left for 180 miles) away. He asks me if I want to go for
5th Ave Mall, Downtown the airport. Anyway, sure enough, the fucking a road trip. Man, did that save the day? Hell, yes.
Anchorage thing was shooting water all over the bathroom It's supposed to be scenic and has some interesting
The flight in before landing while I was showering and caused quite a mess. I places (like Cooper's Landing which is world-
was just stellar—just from left without saying a word to Ron. He's going to famous for salmon fishing and the old Russian
WE WENT THROUGH SOmE AmAZING vIEWS Of SEA WITH CHUNKS Of ICE
lIKE A SlURpEE. mOUNTAINS ANd mOUNTAINS JUST pACKEd WITH SNOW,
SNOW, ANd mORE SNOW THAN I HAvE EvER SEEN.
5:45 a.M
Anchorage International Airport, outdoor
smoking area
-8°C. Having a fag before my flight to Fairbanks.
All checked in.
3:35 P.M.
Westmark Hotel, Fairbanks
-8°C. Flight to Fairbanks was short and sweet.
Caught the sunrise, but the de-ice spray on the
wings made the windows foggy. Could not really
get any good shots out of the plane window. Got
to the airport, temp was -14.4ºC. Fucking cold,
had a fag outside just to feel it, and it hurt. Sorted
The view of Redoubt
Volcano seen from across
out my rental car, and had no problems driving to
Cook Inlet in Ninilchik. the hotel. Special instruction was to always plug
Top: The local Music in your engine heater when parked. Something
Mart near downtown
Fairbanks.
new—must remember to unplug it before driving
off. Checked into the hotel, really nice room, and
to me. It's hard to put into words sometimes, and my hand can't Great! So I asked her to be straight with me and tell me
keep up with my brain with regards to what I want to write. what the chances were of me flying the plane for a bit on
the way back. Absolutely zero, she says. I take a drive
1:05 a.M. towards Anchorage to shoot some pics of the Denali
-6°C. After I got back to the hotel room, I called a bunch of National Park from afar, and then head back to the hotel
places about flights to the Arctic Circle. It's not cheap, but shit, to get ready for the big day ahead.
it's morning here already. So, I tried to charge it to my credit card The Aurora viewing! The plan is to drive 20 miles to
($300), and it won't go through. Turns out I have to drive over to the Aurora Lodge, a cabin up in the mountains where
the hangar and pay for it in cash. I get there and then I realize why you can watch the Aurora from 10:30 P.M. to 2:00 A.M.
it won't go through. They have my name down as Scott Puason! It's heated, there are hot drinks and snacks, and no city
The girl tells me about the trip: We fly in a nine-seater twin prop lights around. Plus, it's cheap ($20).
plane to a town called Coldfoot in the Arctic Circle, hang out there MAR
for like an hour, and fly back. It's a good opportunity to shoot
aerial shots of the terrain and of some mountain ranges (Brooks
11:30 P.M.
Aurora Cabin 14
Range). I ask the significance of the town, and she tells me that if -14°C. This is the coldest I have ever been, but also
she told me now, she would be giving away the secret. She also the most excited . . .
tells me there will be three other people on the flight, but they will
be staying there (and I would be coming back with the pilot alone). TO BE CONTINUED NEXT ISSUE
FICTION
Now, you have me. self, the power you have gained over me. You can do what you
Now you have me, and I am helpless before you—tender as want, have what you want, have me in any and every way that
a new-sprung shoot, fragile as an evening bloom, hopeless as a you want. You can even kill me, you perhaps think, once you
seed cast upon the whims of wind. are done, once you have taken all that you desire.
It should not have worked, your binding—not even with your But you won’t.
clever cord, cunningly woven of cobwebs and children’s cries, I would tell you, if I had your speech. I would tell you that it
fowler’s nets and siren songs, need and greed; things meant to is not too late, still, even now, to change your mind; to let be
call, confound, confine. By chance or by destiny, though, you what you cannot understand; to free me, flee me, forget me. I
have managed to bind me to myself; so that it does not dissolve, would try and tell you all of this with my eyes, if only you were
your cord, does not fall apart and melt away like the ephemeral looking at my eyes, but you are not.
thing that it is, stuff of hope and gossamer and longing. Of course you are not.
Instead, it chafes my skin—not only the skin that you see, soft You are looking at the place where the slenderness of my neck
and easily marked, human-seeming; but my secret skin, rough meets the sweep of my shoulder, vulnerable hollow shaped
and brittle and all too easily bruised, all the same. You are the by bone and shadow, wondering, if you bury your face there,
first in millennia, or in moments. My understanding of time is whether I will smell like fresh-cut grass, or flowers, or only
fluid, like sap, like shadows, like semblance. salt.
I understand enough to know that it heals. Skin will grow You are looking at the way your bindings thrust my breasts up
over wounds in time, erasing proof of your presence. Wounds and out, like ripe fruit offered for your delectation—biting your
will heal and I will heal and still I cannot help but struggle lip already, unconsciously, anticipating the taste of me between
against your bindings, as if your cord not only constrains but your teeth, the tautness of my nipples beneath your tongue.
compels—and you like it, I see. You like watching me, naked You are looking at the slope of my waist, span of sleek flesh
as I was not, earlier, for I was unclothed but not exposed until reddened by a constricting strand of your clever cord, purpled
the harshness of your cord, the hunger of your gaze stripped by the clasping marks of your calloused hands, proof positive
me defenseless. of your mastery, your victory, your conquest.
You smile. You revel in the power you have found for your- You are looking at the curve of my lips, the curve of my hips,
You should not touch me, any more than you
have. But you will, and then it will be too late.
You will.
the compelling curve nestled by my thighs. into bloom, a sapling breaking through rocky ground.
You are looking at the hair between my legs, wilder, coarser, There is no teasing rhythm to your thrusting—only fast, and
more curled than the hair on my head, a tangle, a thicket. A faster, and faster still; and though I cannot move my arms,
challenge. bound as I am, my hips buck toward yours. Our bellies slap
You should not touch me, any more than you have. But you against one another with increasing frenzy; my legs lock
will, and then it will be too late. around your waist; and I clench and unclench, clasp and un-
You will. clasp, desperately striving to draw you within, deep and deeper
And you do. and deeper still.
A scant few steps and your hands are everywhere, immedi- You respond by slamming into me, harder and harder, over
ately, exploring, grasping, demanding—rough as a farmer’s, and over, again and again; and it is delicious agony and destruc-
sure as a fisherman’s, strong as a hunter’s. You take hold of my tive ecstasy and delirious insanity, until finally you cry out, and
breast as if it were fruit, truly; clutching, kneading, drawing a spill forth inside of me, and I cry out as well, throwing my
gasp from me though I try to remind myself that it is only my head back against the trunk of my self—feeling my emptiness
seeming skin, only my semblance of self. begin to fill, my need begin to be answered, my hunger begin
Even so, your touch is intoxicating, hotter than sunlight, more to be sated.
insinuating than rain, possessive as the embrace of earth. Our To grow. To seed. To blossom.
tongues entwine like vines seeking sustenance—intimate, ex- And because of what I am, because of what we have become,
quisite, devouring—and my secret skin responds, shuddering, because my seeming skin and my secret skin are all one, all at
trembling, raining leaves around and on us, benediction or once, you have spent but are not spent; and you meet my eyes at
curse or both, I am no longer able to care. last, startled perhaps, as you find yourself thrusting once more,
I am a creature of imperatives—to grow, to seed, to blossom— amazed and gratified by your own resilience, only a little bit
and I cannot resist my needs any more than you can yours. unwilling this second time.
Less, perhaps. One of your hands passes over a mark you made That will change.
on my flank, earlier; and I am making sounds with no words, Later, when we are both raw and every stroke is more pain
a siren song of my own, pleasure and sorrow and hunger, all at than pleasure. Later, when you have no seed left to spend and
once, all one. still cannot stop yourself from plunging, pulling out and push-
You cannot wait; and I am keening my own impatience as ing in even when you are blinded by sweat pouring into your
your other hand travels lower, lower, fingers finally finding the eyes, deafened by the thunder of your own beleaguered heart,
core of me and plunging in, pushing past the tangle, tearing unable to taste anything beyond the loamy fullness of fear in
through the thicket, diving into the challenge. I am wet there, your mouth. Later, when you come to understand that you will
like the moist hollow revealed when a root lifts itself from the never survive doing what I want, having me in any and every
ground—wet and sticky, hot and earthy, dark and dangerous— way that I want, giving me all that I desire.
but you are heedless now, fearless and reckless and too far gone You will look me in the eyes again, then—and your own eyes
from sense to wonder at my wanting what you want, as fiercely will beg and plead, but it will be too late; it has already been
as you want it. much too late, for much too long. Perhaps it was too late from
You raise a hand to your mouth and gather spit in your palm; the moment you first caught sight of me, heard of me, dreamt
I stare as you bring it back down to slick your manhood, en- of me.
tranced by the rawness of the gesture, the simple savagery of I cannot resist my needs, any more than you can yours. I did
you. try to flee you, free you; but you will not remember that you
You thrust into me with the fervor of boughs seeking sunlight, chose your doom, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, again
roots seeking water below ground, greedy, unthinking, unhesi- and again. Your clever cord will not hold me forever; I fear
tating. There is some pain—it has been some time—but I revel you will not outlast your cord, but I will hold you as long as I
in it, in the sensation of being pierced, impaled, taken. You pull may—ephemeral as you are, stuff of hope and gossamer and
out and push in, plunging and rasping and pounding, impla- longing.
cable as a seed springing forth from its covering, a bud bursting For now, I have you. ☐
Fashion & Music Baby! David Bowie shirt by De Puta Madre at Theodore's
Photgraphed by Dac Rivera
WOUlD MICHAEl JACKSON’S MOONWAlK have been as Both art forms fulfill our basic needs to express Williams cashing it in as the onetime faces for
riveting without his rebellious white socks-black ourselves, convey feelings, and ignite desires. Louis Vuitton to Gwen Stefani’s line called
shoes combo? Would you have been as hooked No more evident is the connection of fashion L.A.M.B (Love Angel Music Baby), P. Diddy’s
on “Raspberry Beret” if Prince were singing and music than in the proliferation of music vid- successful menswear brand Sean Combs, or
about the kitchen sink? Would those EMO kids eos. The future of music is indeed a visual one, Madonna’s sold-out capsule collection for H&M.
be MTV-worthy without skinny suits and fancy and fashion plays the important role of making Fashion and music are the perfect tandem to
Vans? Fashion and music are inseparable; they the images created relevant, hip, and memorable. bring creative energies together—not to mention
stick like white on rice because they exist for the Musicians also actively participate in the fashion an ideal match in taking a share of the consum-
same purpose; to inspire, create, and enhance. spectrum—from Jennifer Lopez and Pharrel er’s pocket. ☐
Retro
Spect
Taking Flight
The bomber jacket is the sartorial solution to man’s
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This month Rogue celebrates music, its creators, supporters, and Girls, Suede, and Supergrass reminded the world that Britain was
the things that influence this particular art form. There’s no doubt on beat with the rhythm of street and youth culture. “It was the
that fashion and music are closely tied, but, as I learned recently, ‘90s big explosion that was really that whole Britpop evolution
sometimes music can be the very fabric of a clothing brand’s of Damon Albarn of Blur and Oasis and that whole Cool
image. A few months ago, I sat down with Miles Gray, CEO of Britannia. Now, again sort of in our fortune really, we’re kind or
Ben Sherman, to talk about the brand and its close ties with the re-emerging through these British indie bands like Babyshambles
music industry. The label’s look is one that is undeniably British, and Razorlight. I’m not saying they’re always in Ben Sherman,
incorporating symbols and emblems of the United Kingdom. but their look is very Ben Sherman, very British.”
A quick look around any one of their boutiques is a pleasant Ben Sherman’s association with music is well incorporated
introduction to British pop culture, with an obvious leaning into their marketing efforts. For instance, just last year the brand
towards their rich music scene. It was in the ‘60s when “modern” commissioned 20 limited edition Gibson guitars designed by
music as we know it today was born, with influential artists like various artists to be distributed among 20 stores worldwide.
Herman’s Hermits, Petula Clark, and, of course, The Beatles— These customized pieces were displayed in the windows of the
hitting local airwaves and eventually the American mainstream, stores before being auctioned off for local charities. Musicians
dubbing this cross-Atlantic phenomenon as the British Invasion. recognize the significance of this fashion brand and the music
It was during this time as well that Arthur Bernard Sugarman, an industry as well, with Paul Weller of The Jam (and subsequently
Englishman from Brighton, moved to America where he changed The Style Council) recently approaching Ben Sherman to help
his name to Ben Sherman (which sounded more “American”) design and endorse a line of striped candy colored dress shirts.
while applying for U.S. citizenship. While there, he witnessed On a more intimate scale, the label remains true to and in sync
the popularity of button-down shirts among American youth with the authentic and more independent side of music scene in
and decided to come back home and introduce the style to the London by hosting small events at places like Proud Gallery in
kids of the burgeoning Mod (short for Modernist) movement. Camden Town.
It was relatively easy to gain popularity among the youth as What makes Ben Sherman so appealing and attractive
the times called for change. People felt empowered by radical especially to creative types like musicians, actors, and writers
music, and were looking for a change in wardrobe as well. Ben is that there is a serious attempt by the brand to avoid being
Sherman was founded in 1963, and quickly became the go-to too serious. The vibe of the brand is playful, irreverent, and
place for quirky Ivy League-type Oxford shirts with details like nostalgic—using iconic symbols of the United Kingdom wittily,
a button-down collar and back pleating in fabric ranging from like a silkscreened image of the Queen, the Union Jack painted
small checks to colourful stripes. The shirt gained cult status on a shirt, or the roundel in colors of the British Air Force (also
especially among leading groups like The Who, The Kinks, and known as the Mod Target). “We are seen as the original British
The Rolling Stones—elevating Ben Sherman to become the shirt maker. We are seen as proudly British but not too serious, a
uniform of Swinging London and cementing it as an iconic name bit cheeky. We always have a bit of humor in our products. One
in 1960s fashion worldwide. Miles Gray sheds some light on the of the key things we were told is that our brand is associated
brand and the mood of sixties, “Ben Sherman’s connection has with camaraderie. Ben Sherman passes the so-called ‘pub test.’
always been with contemporary music of the times, so the people So, a guy can enter a pub wearing a Ben Sherman shirt and feel
who took the brand first were the Mods and bands in small like he’s in fashion but not too crazy. So we try to keep that in
places—those sixties groups—and they were the ones wearing it. our collection to make sure that it’s edgy, smart, but not too
They took it on like some kind of uniform.” outlandish.”
Even after the heydays of the ‘60s, the brand remained hip What makes a brand successful in a market place that’s full
among select groups of people and music insiders. “In the ‘70s of mindless production development and hyped up marketing
and ‘80s, you could always find it, but Ben Sherman became campaigns is a link to something that’s real; safeguarding and
more of an aficionado or niche brand,” explains Gray. “In the valuing their heritage and roots. In Ben Sherman’s case, it is
‘70s punk movement, if you look at the hair and all that, that the youth and their music. Gray sums it up, saying, “I think this
isn’t Ben Sherman—but if they were wearing shirts that were music thing really plays in Ben Sherman’s direction. Britain
tight fitting with small checks, then that was generally the really has a disproportionate influence in world music and has for
Ben Sherman style. Ten years later is when we had more of a the last 40 years, so that puts Britain on the radar with the young
connection with the Ska and 2 Tone movements and groups like generation worldwide. People want to identify with that hipness.
Madness or The Jam—they were wearing our stuff.” It was in London has really reinvented itself over the years to become the
the ‘90s that another wave of the British Invasion referred to as coolest place in the world.”
Cool Britannia hit the global scene. Musical artists like the Spice L.A. Consing Lopez
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watch worn on the moon. mechanism. Additional features that distinguish this model this timepiece. The Co-Axial escapement considerably reduces
All three share design fea- include an “He” embossed helium escape valve positioned at friction in the heart of the watch mechanism and offers im-
tures such as the distinct proved long-term reliability and accuracy.
case design, the curved
10 o’clock that allows the gas to escape during decompression,
horns, and contrasting a vital function when using a diving bell as minuscule helium For all the technological advances, this latest addition to the
polished and brushed atoms can penetrate the case and damage the watch. The Planet Ocean range is a Seamaster through and through. We are
surfaces. reminded of its origins by the Seamaster’s traditional Seahorse
chronograph push-buttons, made of steel and decorated with a
colored aluminum ring, are functional to 600 metres/2000 feet emblem on the screw-down back, the fluted bezel, smooth link
while the domed scratch-resistant sapphire crystal has received bracelet, and strong use of contrasting colors on the dial. The
an anti-reflective treatment on both sides for optimum clarity. appeal of this watch lies not only in its precision and quality
SuperLuminova inserts and a highly visible orange tip further craftsmanship, but also in the simple fact that it draws inspira-
tion from the tranquility and complexity of the deep sea. ☐
AWAY
Pack light, go Luxe
Taking that long overdue mini-break? There is no better way to do so than with
this fine carry-on bag from the House of Gucci. Since its founding in 1921
when Guccio Gucci opened his esteemed leather shop in Florence, this label has
built a following of cultured jetsetters by combining impeccable workmanship
and Italian design whilst inducing status and elegance. This bag is packed with
style: practical design, convenient compartments, subtle monogram on white
PVC canvas, signature black and green stripe detail—all the right components
to make this a surefire summer hit. It is classic without being too conservative,
stylishly Italian without the obvious machismo. Evoke that wealthy (read:
not nouveau riche) lifestyle, one that carefully makes a bold statement whilst
remaining tasteful.
Bianca P. Santos
WHITE
WASHED
Take that sophisticated step with these blanche beauties
Trust Salvatore Ferragamo to deliver footwear of refined elegance with a
modern touch. Quiet confidence and poise are fine characteristics in a man—and
this pair of Ferragamos exudes both. These finely crafted, impeccably stylish
white leather loafers with the added detail of braided leather and silver buckle
are more marina and less nurses station. Indulge yourself in Italian-made
comfort on long drives to the beach, cruising around town, or hopping from
party scene to scene. Evoke chilled European summer days by adding these
classic driving shoes with a twist; true summer essentials to make you feel like a
modern-day Cassanova.
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Thinking making
your first “serious”
watch purchase? Start
things off with a less
formal piece like a sports
watch, one you can wear
on a daily basis and not
something you need to
hold off on using till the
next suit and tie occasion.
PAST
automatic IWC movements which are also used in Wound is equipped with a special watchmaking
the current series-produced models. Where historical gem—the 98300-calibre: a hand-wound pocket
accuracy demands it, they have been equipped with hand- watch movement, a balance frequency of 2.5 Hz,
wound pocket watch movements based on the 98-calibre, large screw balance and Breguet balance spring. The
CHANCE
the most famous IWC calibre and the one that has been 98-calibre family, the design of which dates from the
made for the longest—but they have also been expanded, 1930s, is one of the IWC watch movements that have
incorporating some of the elements of the earliest Jones been series-produced over the longest time.
movements. The case of some of the vintage models Along with the Pilot’s Watch, the Portuguese,
International Watch Co. Schaff- has increased in size on its journey through time, Ingenieur, Da Vinci, Aquatimer, and Portofino styles
hausen is celebrating its anniver- which on first sight makes them distinguishable from are available in stainless steel with a black dial and in
sary with legendary wristwatch- the originals—but in this way they have also taken on limited numbers in platinum with a silver-plated dial.
es from its past—with the Pilot’s completely new watch personalities. These are more than just a “Best of” the wristwatch
Watch as one of six styles that
era at IWC. Each one of them essentially embodies
have been brought out again as a
Pilot’s Watch Hand-Wound the founding legends of the manufacturer’s current
tribute to its history
The first Pilot’s Watch of 1936 boasted of a black dial watch families. ☐
Beosound 9000 is available exclusively Bang and Olufsen at Greenbelt V
SEE YE, Bang & Olufsen is undoubtedly a master in musical engineering; its sculptural qualities are what
makes all their models so incredible. Since its creation in 1925 by two young Danish engineers, Peter
Bang and Svend Olufsen, the brand has continuously offered products that uplift and elicit emotional
HEAR THIS! response for both its performance and flawless presentation. The Beosound 9000 is no exception,
it instantly draws attention to its strong, sleek lines and attracts with the bold colors of the clearly
visible CDs inside it. Technologically, this model boasts of unbeatable quality of sound and top-notch
If you’re the guy with an ear for perfect mechanical engineering that can jump from “Enter Sandman” on the first CD to “I’m A Slave 4 U”
harmony and an eye for symmetry, then on the sixth without a noticeable pause. But the most obvious reason to get this sculptural music
this Bang & Olufsen beauty was made machine is sheer boasting rights. Slap yourself right now if you’re still entertaining with your iPod
just for you attached to your speakers. Whether mounted on the wall or given prime floor space in your living
room, The Beosound 9000 is as an excellent conversation piece that you can use to enjoy the quality
of your impressive CD collection with—while relishing the “oohs” and “aahs” of your envious
guests.
THE NEW TUDOR SPORTS WATCH COllECTION has been designed with
a young, active, urban, vibrant lifestyle in mind: for people who
are passionate about freedom and innovation and for whom a
watch means daring, performance, and design as well as robust-
ness, precision, and reliability. The new Sport collection includes
models for men and women, available in steel or in gold and steel.
The Hydronaut II and Aeronaut models have all taken a resolutely
technical and high-performance approach in their design and in
their various functions. Everything about these models makes them
a pleasure to wear and to handle: the pushers, the rotatable bezels,
the leather or solid bracelets, and the ergonomic clasps. The aes-
thetics are daring, giving each model its own bold identity through
a variety of innovative details, which include striking colors,
contrasting combinations, subtle branding on certain components,
a mix of materials, and eye-catching dial graphics. This new col-
lection is readily identifiable by the case shape and bracelet design
characteristic of all models and by bezels with specific functions.
All Tudor pieces undergo high-quality finishing both technically
and aesthetically. Their precision meets exacting criteria and is the
result of rigorous testing. The movements are adorned with distinc-
tive decorations. The creativity of this new collection is strikingly
evident in a wide range of dial options making way for creative
combinations of colors, indices, counters, and hand styles. These
choices complement the technical excellence of the watches with a
fresh new look.
▲ HYDRONAUT II at a Glance:
Men’s watch in steel (41mm) and Polished Case
Unidirectional engraved rotatable bezel
Sapphire crystal, screw-down crown
Rubber strap
Self-winding mechanical movement
Waterproof to a depth of 200 meters (660 feet)
⊳ AERONAUT at a Glance:
Polished case and satin-finished 24-hour graduated bezel
Pushers at 2 o’clock and 4 o’clock to reset the hour hand
for a different time zone
Pusher at 8 o’clock to correct the date
Blue leather strap
Self-winding mechanical movement
Waterproof to a depth of 150 meters (490 feet)
Gus Aguirre
Tweetie de Leon-Gonzalez,
Jackie Aquino, and Suyen Chi
Ines Lobregat
Raul Midon
Sara Gazarek
Lee Ritenour
Omar Sosa
Tessa Valdez with Elen Flores, Lorraine Ho, Diana and Toot Limjuco,
Franco Limjuco, Jeffrey Roleda, and Warren Sy
WorLD oF
CoLor
CROCS SPRING-SUMMER
SHOW ‘08
PiCTure PerFeCT
CANON’S BORACAY IMAGENATION PARTY
During Holy Week last March, Canon flew to the powdery, white shores
of Boracay for the annual Beach House event which they presented
together with Studio 23. Canon redefined the concept of summer colors
Luna de Lima and Dan Mateo by launching the sleek and stylish Digital IXUS 80 IS, with its smooth and
sensual curves, thin interface, seductive metallic colors, and powerhouse
functionality. Canon Digital IXUS 80 IS was there to photograph the
sun-kissed personalities who visited the Canon Outdoor Chillout Studio at
Guilly’s Island.
During their recent visit to Manila, iconic rock band Duran enjoyed a
sumptuous Japanese dinner with Michael and Nameeta Dargani, owners
of Red Kimono restaurant. The band dined there after their well-attended
“Red Carpet Massacre” performance at the Araneta Coliseum. At the
exclusive dinner, lead vocalist Simon Le Bon’s favorites were the Crabstick
rolls with Wasabi Mayo, Layered Spinach and Tofu with miso, Gindara and
Uni sashimi. Saxophonist Simon Willescroft recommended that the owners
open a branch in London after being floored by his meal. Red Kimono has
branches in Frontera Verde, Pasig and at the Fort Strip, Fort Bonifacio,
Taguig.
Nameeta Dargani, Michael Dargani, and
Simon Le Bon
COLD COMFORTS
STARBUCKS’ dUlCE dE lECHE
fRAppUCCINO BlENdEd COffEE
Up Dharma Down
On May 2, 3, and 4 at the CCP Main Theater, the Fiesta ng Musikang Exquisitely embroidered cushions, luxurious quilts, and intricately
Filipino takes you on a spectacular trip through aural sensibilities. Featuring beaded shams are among the plush line of items featured at the VAYU
performances by violin vixen Lucia Micarelli, Sugarfree, Up Dharma Down, Home Store in Trinoma. This unique store for the discriminating
Radioactive Sago Project, The Jerks, Sinosikat?, and The Dawn, each band’s homemaker also sells 100% French linen tablemats, napkins, and
set ends sensationally with an OPM song arranged by the Manila Philharmonic tablecloths creatively crafted by talented Indian designer Ranjit Ahuja.
Orchestra. The production is under the supervision of renowned musical VAYU Home is located at 3/F, Trinoma Mall, EDSA corner North Ave.,
producer Dong Alegre and musical director Leo Rialp. For tickets, visit Quezon City. For inquiries, call 916-6719.
Odyssey and Music1 outlets or call 817-2628 to 30.
DOT’s Eduardo Jarque, Jr., Philippine Ambassador to Japan Domingo Siazon Jr.,
Hello Kitty, Secretary Durano, and DOT Japan Marketing Head Benito Bengzon
OH, TOKYO!
dOT UNvEIlS HEllO KITTy AS pHIlIppINE TOURISm ENdORSER IN
JApAN
At the Grand Hyatt Tokyo, the Department of Tourism recently tapped the popularity
of Japanese cultural icon Hello Kitty to entice more tourists from the Land of the
Rising Sun. The cute and cuddly endorser is part of the DOT’s latest campaign that
bears the tagline “Kokoro Somaru” (or “Color My Heart”). As a special endorser for
the Philippines, Hello Kitty will appear in all major travel and tourism events of the DOT
in Japan. The Hello Kitty logo will likewise appear in the brochures, posters and other Secretary of Tourism Ace Durano
promotional materials for Japanese travelers. Joining Hello Kitty as one of the faces in a light moment with Hello Kitty
endorsing the Philippines is actress Rin Takanashi, one of the “it” girls of Japanese
show business.
In a sun-drenched country such as ours, clothes with built-in sun protection (or
UPF-rated swimwear) are a swell idea. The SPF Clothing Store proudly carries a
drool-worthy range of Philippine-made swimwear whose fabrics have their own
chemical-free sunblocking action. Apart from stylish bikinis, tankinis, board shorts,
and one-piece children’s sunsuits, they also sell a wide selection of rash guards,
flip-flops, legionnaire’s caps, waterproof bags, mesh cover-ups, and sun hats. SPF is
located at Glorietta 4, Alabang Town Center, and Robinson’s Galleria. Call 850-2713,
752-7013, and 637-8591.