A rushing itinerary just passed me by like a freight train and it is such a relief to be finally writing this away. Sudden turns still take time to sink in , yet most often it just gets buried underneath this trove of memories.
It begins one Sunday with the second 10k of my imaginary athletic lifestyle, clocking in approximately 56 minutes. I'd like to think i have an athletic lifestyle. I run with stats as the least of my concerns though. Yet, there is a slight improvement from the previous 1:08 time I hit on the Milo marathon. What’s more, BAMC provided some cold, refreshing soymilk after the run. And, their raffle won me a free body bag stuffed with freebies
Now, how good can that get?
Early next morning got me all corporate on the first hour of the morning, set for Iloilo for some official business. I was scheduled to return in the afternoon and have a smooth week ahead.
Then storm PABLO happened.
An extended stay meant two things: a hyper-stressed musical director, as we were having a big show as session band for the annual priest concert in the next 2 days; and happy new shirt/slippers/ whatever for me.
Trips resumed the day before the concert, and needless to say I made it in time for the technical rehearsal - straight from the pier to the coliseum. An hour of coffee to catch up with home, breathe, and transport instruments and equipment would be enough - for the moment, that is. A dream come true that was - handling guitars and supporting keyboard parts simultaneously - really fires me up on all cylinders.
Surprise, surprise - its weekend (again!). Off to the Mambukal mountain resort for a whole day Christmas party with the field office.
One party off my tick list. More to go.
Upon descent, Its great to see energy levels still up, as much would be needed for the next day’s long drive to the airport, and get set for an evening at The Araneta Coliseum.
Being a cheapo got me general admission tickets and strained my eyes trying to figure out what he and the band were up to on stage, but who cares? The voice, the music, the hip swaying, the bass thumping - was springing from the live, breathing third of The Police force. With the monster line up tearing up song after song, hotdog at hand, I joined some 12,000 strong in screaming "Heee- Yoooo- Hoooo".
Thanks, Mr. Gordon.
Trips resumed the day before the concert, and needless to say I made it in time for the technical rehearsal - straight from the pier to the coliseum. An hour of coffee to catch up with home, breathe, and transport instruments and equipment would be enough - for the moment, that is. A dream come true that was - handling guitars and supporting keyboard parts simultaneously - really fires me up on all cylinders.
Surprise, surprise - its weekend (again!). Off to the Mambukal mountain resort for a whole day Christmas party with the field office.
One party off my tick list. More to go.
Upon descent, Its great to see energy levels still up, as much would be needed for the next day’s long drive to the airport, and get set for an evening at The Araneta Coliseum.
Honestly, I missed Lee Ritenour, Dave Grusin and Tony Macalpine for this.
Well, yeah! Sting at the Araneta Coliseum!
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STING BACK TO BASS TOUR*
Being a cheapo got me general admission tickets and strained my eyes trying to figure out what he and the band were up to on stage, but who cares? The voice, the music, the hip swaying, the bass thumping - was springing from the live, breathing third of The Police force. With the monster line up tearing up song after song, hotdog at hand, I joined some 12,000 strong in screaming "Heee- Yoooo- Hoooo".
Thanks, Mr. Gordon.
One free day left before the evening flight and what’s better than setting foot on the roots by which we breathe? An evening of great music is perfectly complemented by Philippine History immortalized in stones the following day. Intramuros, the next stop, is the next item ticked off in my wish list. A side trip to the oldest Chinatown, Binondo, felt like hustling in the midst of a Hongkong December.
Who knows where to next?
