nothing left here.

naubos ang oras sa kakahintay
walang patawad hindi binigay
walang paalam, walang babala
naubos ang oras sa kakahintay
sa'yo... (paghihintay, razorback)

we all had our reasons for going to that drt/razorback gig. i wanted to go there because it was free and i wanted to see legarda play the guitar and… okay, okay… so i just really wanted to see legarda again. period. C wanted to see razorback and have beer. A wanted to go somewhere so she can dress up. M went because she couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse not to go with us. and B just went there because we were all there. B had no idea what she’s gotten herself into. but, in the end, we all had a good time. no, we all had a great time. so great that A is now searching drt and legarda in the net and getting geared up to stalk, B is begging me to go with her to the next gig at saguijo, C is trying to track down a drt album and M is searching the net for other gigs and concerts to see. i didn’t think they’ll have a good time, especially B and M. they didn’t even like that kind of music.

but any way… we got the best and the worst seat in the venue. we sat at the table nearest the stage, with the vocalist’s mic crowning our table. first was kinky hooters. i honestly feel bad about the band, coz we laughed the whole time they did their set. and it might have seemed like we were laughing to their faces because we were right in front of them. for the most part, we really weren’t laughing at them. we were just very uncomfortable. the songs seemed unbelievably long and tiring… at one point i was looking at the vocalist’s song list and just wondering when the hell it’ll all end. anyways, the drummer was kinda cute, chabelita as C sets it. i’m not sure if it was because he kinda looks like bamboo that the vocalist seemed like a dull imitation bamboo or he was really trying to be like bamboo and he really just reeked. okay, he didn’t reek all that much. he was okay. but sometimes, just being okay isn’t okay. oh well… i guess every front act will have to go through something like that, right? i mean, we’re not really all that mean, right? right? right.

A didn’t know how legarda looked like. all she knew was that i wanted to see the gig because i wanted to see legarda and that he is related to ayesa of the rockstar inxs fame, but the moment she saw him. she was there. hahaha. she said he seems like the type who treats women badly. and boy, did she wish to be treated “badly” by him. ahhhh… wouldn't we all? except maybe B who had her eye on velasco, M who had her eye on the drummer of kh and C who only has eyes for roy. hehehe.

the moment legarda started playing the guitar, i knew it was just what i needed to kick start the dawning of my new winter. legarda is still so amazing with the guitar… i’m not one to say, but i think he even got better. during the guitar solos, we were all just mesmerized, our eyes were ready to burst from their sockets and our jaws, slack with awe. and let me remind you that not everyone in our table listens to that kind of music.

i sat there and thought, well... this is what separates the men from the boys.

the highlights of the night were when drt covered led zep’s whole lotta love and when razorback covered helter skelter and dazed and confused. (legarda and velasco played for both drt and razorback) it was probably the closest i can ever get to hearing those legendary songs played live by a legit band. i absolutely enjoyed it. but kinda made me miss basti’s voice. it would have been perfect if he was there.

i really didn’t expect that we’ll have that much fun; that i’ll have that much fun…
i missed this kind of life…
i missed being free.