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Na-trumpeta ni Tony Trombone

Trombone Shorty
His virtuosity makes me water-water. When Trombone Shorty blows that trumpet, he hits a spot so sweet and so good it’s orgasmic. It’s the equivalent to a soft blow in the ear, a lick in the nipple, and a fuck so fucking intense it feels as if he is taking you to places you have never been to. And that long, looong, loooooong trumpet solo, man, para ka niyang dinala sa ere and you keep waiting and waiting and waiting when he will drop you down. Pretty awesome. And he is good-looking no?

“Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street,” indeed. 

Same Love
I wish this song came out when I was still in the closet. The line “I can’t change even if I tried...” means to me on so many levels. It is definitely not about embracing defeat. It is an act of acceptance. Some of us have things in our lives that we don’t want and that we keep on resisting but in the long run will prove to be vital to our growth as a person. And what the hell, what’s with “Not crying on Sundays”? …

ang conjuring at ang terorismong sumisira sa pamilyang Amerikano

I thought very Pinoy ‘yung Conjuring. Tulad ng mga Pinoy horror movies, it’s all about the survival of the family. Sa Conjuring may isang demonic presence na pilit na sinisira ang isang masayang pamilya. Naalala ko tuloy ‘yung isang talk na dinaluhan ko at sabi ng professor doon, sa mga pelikulang Pilipino raw, lalo na sa mga istoryang katatakutan, hindi Diyos ang madalas nakaka-talo sa demonyo kung hindi ang great bond between the family members. Mas powerful ang love ng isang pamilya sa isa’t isa kesa sa Holy Water at dasal-dasal. Sa totoo lang, bihira akong makapanod ng Hollywood movies na ganito na ang sentro ay nasa pamilya. Mas madalas kasi kung ang pelikula ay tungkol sa isang American family, ang source of conflict ay ang mga idiosyncrasies ng characters o kaya may certain ironic tone ang filmmaker with how he or she presents the American family. Parang I hate my family but I love them. Ang problema madalas nanggagaling sa clashes of ideas and ideals. Pero dito sa Conjuring, a…

Loida Malabanan is ready for her close up

Before watching Jeffrey Jeturian’s brilliant and heartbreaking movie, Ekstra, one should first take into account that the lead star is one of two of the most iconic actresses in Philippine cinema. Vilma Santos, of course, needs no further introduction. She is not only a widely-popular actress, she has also been very much honoured receiving countless of accolades throughout the decades. Her career, in fact, serves as a perfect contrast to the role she is playing, Loida, a humble ekstra. In this sense, I think it is important when viewing the film to consider Vilma, first as an iconic movie actress, and second as an actress playing a bit player. In my mind, at least, these two realities run parallel as the movie unfolds with Vilma’s iconic status serving as an ironic commentary on the life of Loida.
Of course Loida’s life cannot be more different from Vilma’s. She is a single parent who has to depend on a measly salary to be able to put food on the table and to be able to send her daugh…

why do you call me when you're high?

And so I found myself in ‘70s Bistro again last Saturday. I haven’t been to a rock joint in about a year I think. The last time I saw a band play was in this house party my ex-boyfriend dragged me to. I’m surprised though that the Bistro remains hipster-free. Not that there’s anything wrong with hipsters it’s just that I’m surprised that they aren’t there (the ex was after all was a hipster). Well, perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised at all. Despite its makeover, ‘70s Bistro’s vibe is still closer to a Ihaw-Ihaw beer joint than a swanky rock club. Session Road was on stage and we caught their last two songs. I realized that I miss the energy surrounding rock gigs: the loud music, the old familiar songs and the fans who almost always scream “More! More!” at the end of the night. Hana is so pretty and talented it made me wonder why she hasn’t at least reached a Kitchie Nadal status. Kitchie was of course for a time a household name. (Maybe I should submit a drama concept starring Hana, Kit…


He stands in front of a carousel watching plastic ponies go round and round. They are just like people waltzing, he thought. And suddenly the men in his life started showing up after each turn smiling, coaxing, screaming... A whole multitude of emotions. He watched them with indifference as if he was watching from behind a soundproofed glass. They can’t touch me here, he thought.
On a rickety roller coaster he sits beside his mother. She is eight years old and holding a cotton candy. “Mother,” he asked her. “Aren’t you going to throw your cotton candy before the ride starts?” His mother just smiled at him and continued munching. How is it possible that this girl would grow up to have him?
He sits before a fortune teller and she tells him he only has three questions. Will I be rich? He asked. Possibly. Will I be in love in the very near future? Probably. Will I be happy? It depends. 
The entire carnival shuts off, rides stop in mid-air, bulbs frizzle and give way to darkness. The happy …