April 29 2009

It was the show's first anniversary and I have to show up to celebrate it.
I met the new male host who took over after the former male host left the show.
Well, I found him pretty good with the guitar.
He had to borrow my guitar though.
He was also accommodating, very friendly and simple.

We sat the whole afternoon practicing for a song to present for the next day's LIVE SHOOT for the Morning Show. It would be his first LIVE shoot I guess.
I had several LIVEs already, because we used to host a monthly event to support the show, invite other and bigger celebrities and the like to promote us.
Anyway, he kept joking about Safety shots and takes.
He was nice, knowing a lot of old songs and updated with the new ones.
It was nice.

I didn't tell him what songs I like, even though he asked.
He probably wouldn't know MYV / Placebo / Dresden Dolls and the like.
I just told him, oh you probably wouldn't have heard of them.

We decided singing a duet in one of Jason Mraz's songs.
He sang Mraz's songs so naturally I was impressed.
Me however, had to raise my melody higher to match the guitar.
His strumming and plucking were also amazing.
Loved his playing.

Then, I was asked to host a segment about him since the planned host had other engagements so I have to take the job on-the-spot. I had fun interviewing his friend.
But I didn't have enough practice, so what I used to do in one take, like the intro, took me several takes to make sense out of it. Depressing.
However, the interview went out smoothly.
I enjoyed talking to someone on-cam again.
I guess my favorite part when hosting is to host an interview.
My mind keeps rolling and doesn't have to strictly stick to the script.

Anyway, the next day, we had a small reunion for the morning show.
The make-up artist was unavailable so I had to do make-up myself.
We practiced a little more and then proceeded with pre-production.

Our performance was okay. I guess not perfect, but quite alright for all of Northern Mindanao to see. We had fun, saying hello's and how are you's.
TV didn't change much.
But I did, and I had roughened up a bit, but still I did what I had to do.
Oh well. I guess, I somewhat liked the experience.

I had my hands on a copy of 'THE FILTH & THE FURY: The Sex Pistols Documentary' and had a closer perspective of this pioneering punk band.

At the beginning I was already acquainted with the reputation and visual image of this band's bassist: the infamous Sid Vicious.
But I never really had a more dissected preview of the band.
Hell, I only heard one of their songs and I rated them so easily to be acceptable in today's standards.

GOOD THING I watched that documentary. Now, I even loved them more.

JOHNNY ROTTEN is incredible. Loved his image, his slightly out of tune yet humorously syllabicated "rrrrrrr's" and other verbals sounds, sometimes lyrics eaten off, lazily dragging the lyrics into some incomprehensible mad whirl of noise. PERFECT.
He may stab me or shoot me saying this but I adored it.

SID VICIOUS lived up to what I thought he was before watching the documentary. And I still loved the way he was. Perhaps, the heroine addiction was not much to admire about, but all the rest, even the ugly bass playing, I found quite lovable.

STEVE and PAUL, I thought never existed. BUT the running reputation of Steve being a kleptomaniac and the sex of the band, was quite the image I expected from them and it made the band even become more vivid to me.

As a gift, my boyfriend, gave me a copy of their album and some live songs...which I addictively listen to everyday. I also received, a copy of ALL U2 albums (because HE loves them) and Miyavi's ROOM NO. 382 (which was like a Lady Gaga influenced remix of some of his hit songs) and his newest single AZN PRIDE which I thought redundant of his last album, Samurai Sessions, which I also have. (I'm just bragging aren't I? haha.)

Suddenly, watching that YELLOW SUBMARINE movie of the Beatles, made the FAB FOUR a bit out of league from them I'd say. But that's just because I was overwhelmed by the polluted yet strikingly vindicative image and sound of the SEX PISTOLS.

Days after watching, I realized each of them was just two sides of teh coin and I can never be satisfied with just being purely into one thing.
Therefore, I can love the SEX PISTOLS as much as I LIKE the BEATLES. haha.

ROADKILL : KITTEN
I wish I had a photo to show it.
My sister and I decided to go out and reconnect with civilization.

We were using the usual transportation in our small, slightly introverted and quite rural subdivision when we passed by this extraodinarily weird image of a piece of furry material flattened on the road.

At first we thought it was just a piece of clothing torn off fom somewhere and run over by some random passing jeepneys and other vehicles.

A little closer to it, we realized it was a small flattened kitten, its guts out but unusually intact looking and its brain was cleanly behind its head it looked like a flattened piece of stuffed toy on the road. Its left eye was open, still glassy and had the remnants of help unanswered in its glow. The brownish blood marks indicate it was there for quite a time and no one dared to even give it a decent burial. Its left forearm was placed in a humanly gesture of reaching out and its other limbs left in a frozen suspension of active crawling for something not there.

It was pitiful but similarly beautiful and artsy.
Haha.

We meet several roadkills from cats, dogs and some other not-worth mentioning species like human cadavers. haha. I'm just joking.
It's a small place really, so a full grown cat or dog roadkill is quite something here already.

Well. For now that's it.
My ADHD infested boyfriend went out of town with his family.
I was invited to join them but was not allowed from going out of town.
Parents' RANT.
Besides, I've been to where they're going anyway. So it'll probably be about me and him together with his family in the trip really.

And we can do that anytime in the city as soon as he returns. Haha.