How Long is the Night?
The irony of finding the “One” is discovering in the long run, another version of you encompassed in somebody else’s anatomy. A perfect prototype served in a supposedly golden platter. It’s beyond our hands. Besides, we can’t really help it. Read your physics book, people.
Cosmic Law: Like attracts Like
There. Almost a textbook trajectory of masochism. But even a narcissistic asshole wouldn’t think it’s funny for long. So whenever your calendar dictates the perfect day, you will eventually uncover the wrong spots. Again it’s beyond our hands. Surely you will bite your tongue for sometime. Then it won’t be too long that you will find yourself lashing her for being your own worst enemy: a “You”. At the same ground, you bruised yourself more. It’s a 2 way knife to the heart. As you let her falter on her feathers, you crash and crumble deeper, clipping your own wings in the process. Usually without an audience other than your sanity. You became each other’s high. Each other’s scar. Each other’s tragedy. An echo. And the funny thing is whoever chooses to lock the coffin, in some form of astral hang over, you get buried too. Same molds. Same dirt. Same hell. Escape is an illusion.
I’m tired.
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As much as I would like to believe that I am born to be a rock and roll star, my body is just not up for the lifestyle that goes with the show. I drink. A lot actually, but only when circumstances calls for it. Never in the “fuck the world, let’s bathe with alcohol like there’s no tomorrow” sense. And there’s the 8am monotony call the day after. So when Matt (our new kick ass drummer) forced the band to go booze some more after our gig (which ended at 2am), I know my nerves are on the line for more beating. But we agreed since having a new addition to the family and knowing the works of a male psyche, these could be an invitation for some great bonding process (am I breaking with a brokeback fever or what?). It was past 4am when I finally eyed my road back home. A much welcomed blackout ensued.3 hours after, I’m floating my way to my office. I swear I hear Black Francis chanting that enigmatic line: “where is my mind?’. Very apt.
Anyway, yesterday (August 31) was a great show. Small crowd but great nonetheless because most of the students (well I assume they are students since they’re not yet, you know, big. is it some optical illusion or are people really getting shorter by age bracket?) are clapping along and doing that devil rocker sign (thinking about it now, that was weird.hmmm.). Then someone requested for our song “Pyrotechnics”. That’s from somebody we did not know so wow, a small victory in our part. You need to be in an indie band trying to break into mainstream consciousness to feel the grandeur of that moment. And the 3rd set was pure pure fun. Since only two tables were drunkenly occupied (nice adverb! Hehe) and the bar is on the verge of closing already, we just jammed like we never did before. Did some OPM classic on-the-spot (lakas tama,banal na aso,senti,pabilog nanaman ang buwan, inuman na etc.). The funny thing is everyone was enjoying it too. Nothing like a show where you make mistakes yet everyone feels its all part of the show. All pyroctechnics.Yeah, rock n roll.
P.S.
Pepsi Paloma Experiment gig sked
Sept 2 – BombayBlues,Naga City
Sept 4 – Chick In Resto Bar, Old Albay
Sept 8 – Bamboo Concert, Albay Astrodome
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