Notes from Mo's Diary
October 21, 5am
It's five in the morning, and I can't sleep anymore. I'm here inside the Magic booth,and I have remained stuck in the same place I was in since last night when I watched the guys from Bamboo set up their equipment for today's mini-bandfest.
It was quite cramped but Bamboo Mañalac, Nathan Azarcon, Ira Cruz and Vic Mercado of Bamboo found a way to squeeze in their instrumentations inside the booth, and the whole night they were tinkering and finetuning its sounds, testing some songs from their latest album "Tomorrow Becomes Yesterday".
Was I star-struck? To be honest,when they tested the microphones and sang one of my favorite songs 'Kailan', I was very moved and tears almost threatened to trickle down the side of my eyes. The words touched a core deep inside me, reminding me of home and honor and duty to our country.
Bago ang lahat isipin mo kung nasa tama ka ,
Baka magkamali ka pa doon.
At bago mo ayusin ang mga bagay sa paligid mo,
Unahin mo kaya sarili mo.
Kailan? kailan ko gagawin kundi ngayon
Tao po nananawagan lang naman ako
Saan? kailangan nating simulan
Tao po nangangailangan lang ng tulong nyo.
Nais kong mabuhay ng mabuti’t marangal
Nagsisimba nagdarasal ako , tuwing linggo
Sapat na ba kayang itong sagot sa panalangin na
Maging pantay at patag ang mundo
Kailan? kailan ko gagawin kundi ngayon
Tao po nananawagan lang naman ako
Saan? kailangan nating simulan
Tao po nangangailangan lang ng tulong nyo
Kailangan bang ulitin pang muli
Sa awit na sinabi noon
Kailan ba kaya ako malaya sa gulo
Ilang awit pa ba ang kailangan tugtugin ng
bandang to
Kailan? kailan ko gagawin kundi ngayon
Tao po nananawagan lang naman ako
Saan? kailangan nating simulan
Tao po nangangailangan lang ng tulong nyo. ."
What makes a great artist?
I've always been curious about how people tick and create works of art in whatever form.I was watching the Bamboo crew last night. They seemed to be sensitive to people around them, very aware of their surroundings and yet they could detach themselves if necessary to express their art form through melody and lyrics.
I looked at Bamboo Mañalac,and remembered my co-hosts. If Mojo was here, he'd be salivating like a rabid dog, while Grace Lee would go loco coco on this guy too because he looks like Cheez Escudero. As for me, Bamboo can rate as my man-crush. Sweet Jesus!
The door opens and Grace Lee and Andi 9 arrive, all excited, their eyes aglow, their cheeks flush.
"Are they here already?" Andi9 screeched.
"Andi, calm down. It's 5:45 am.You don't sound human this early in the morning," I covered my ears.
"It's so tight in here," Grace Lee squirmed as she looked at the new configuration inside the booth, but she sat down at her place, happy at the unexpected tight situation, all the better so she could hear Bamboo sing live up close.
We were like small children, excited for Christmas to arrive.It's times such as these, that this job isn't just a job anymore.
I felt happy and content and just excited. People say I'm jaded, a homophobe, a piece of S, one cynical monster. It's not true at all. Great people, great music move my soul.
It's such a nice birthday gift from the station (I appreciate the fish tank also:).
6am.I can't wait for the show to begin. . .
(Postscipt:Some of the topics in this blog were discussed in the Goodtimes show today, specifically when Mo stayed late at night overseeing the technical preparation for Bamboo's live appearance the next day.Notes from Mo's Diary is a work of fiction, and thus Mo's thoughts and reflections on this blog do not reflect the real Mo Twister's views, but comes from the imagination and point of view of this blogger. Goodtimes!Photos of Bamboo courtesy of candymag.com)
