the storm called junior kilat, that is, wreaking havoc on manila last weekend. despite the logistical and penny-pinching nightmare that it was (as all business trips for this company are), they really blew everyone away - writers, photographers, dj's, tv crews, and the audience of course - with their humor, confidence and great talent. after all, where do you find a band who's not intimidated to talk to the press, who loves to have their photos taken, and nightly gives a stellar performance even without much sleep or scrubbing? whether at grilla, salo, saguijo (and probably also at kolumn where i didn't join the band), they were always asked for encores, photographs and autographs.
people to thank for highlights and little comforts:
sir mike (basta driver sweet lover/grilla's best man), jai the ever-OC soundman, karl, merv, edsel, and isbel (who charmed my bosses to death) for a great fudge shoot/interview, andy for a warm NU welcome and saving me from further hosting humiliation, mtv for the donuts, chocolate kiss for the band's only special meal, gino and raffy for a laid-back inquirer shoot/interview, the pestanos for making us cook our own dinner and providing me with the smoothest chicken liver to grill on the shabu-shabu pot, and katya for reuniting me with mai in her lester bangs pursuits to be a music journalist.
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