6/28/2007
Fete de Javu
Before I talk about Chris Benoit's attention-grabbing death, something else occurred last Saturday besides the NCAA opening. I am referring to Fete de la Musique.
It was not the best edition that I have seen. The rained-out Fete that was held in Eastwood was even better organized this one. And the fact that there were just four stages to choose from, something is definitely wrong with the picture. However, what redeemed the night for me is not the event per se, but the feeling and the experience while going around the familiar corners of Malate.
There was this one time I dreamt (I know it should be dreamed, thank you Firefox, but can you give me some slack and consider that as writing style rather than a mistype, the same way I that spelt) that Fete was held in Ermita. And when somewhere in the middle you recall portions of your dream as those events flash in front of you, you know you are into something.
I apologize if I am going blank. That was the second consecutive bland paragraph I made. This may count as the third. It is not really the best time of the day to be composing comprehensive blog entries at three in the morning, especially if I only had five or so hours of sleep the previous 24 and I attended ultimate basics the night before. It also dees not help that I am getting distracted because I need to reconnect every now and then just to juice up my dialup.
Going back, here is the play by play.
With the second game of the NCAA opening finishing at 7-ish, I predicted that I could finish my writeup for Ubelt at about past 8pm. To segue, I am currently working on finishing two 12-paragraph articles in an hour or less, now that I have no "juniors game" to time myself to. Plus, competition is brewing up online with THAT POPULAR WEBSITE.
Anyway, it was drizzling when I left Araneta Coliseum, as forewarned by JC via SMS. Yeah, you are the jinx. Reached rendezvous point at circa 2130hours.
I was greeted by the Universal stage, wet, drab, and dry. This does not bode well. I suggested to the companion that we change locations. There was nothing much to see in that part of Aristocrat. Plus that another friend is sitting pretty in the Rock stage. We did not get to see him in the din though.
We did not get to see our must-see bands (I could not even recall Raichu's band name right now). Heck, I was supposed to observe crowd dynamics when Chicosci enters stage right. However, the companion was getting uneasy.
Between that and boredom, we made our way to Cafe Havana (which was conveniently in front of the Rock stage), where I figured out my mates in salsa class would be. JC got her first lesson of salsa, while I got a lecture on picking up and feeling good the rest of the way courtesy of the companion.
We tried our luck in the Hiphop stage, which we discovered by luck even if we passed the corner of Adriatico St. a number of times. At about this time, my subconscious was already working double time and I commented to the companion, "You know, I just remembered a dream I had."
In that scene, I was supposed to walk to a stage that was just right ahead (what later turned out to be the Hiphop stage in real time). Before reaching the stage was a corner to the right where another stage was set up. What I did was walk around the stage on the right and after navigating a few more street corners, I ended up at the back of the stage I was originally supposed to go to. Logically though, I also ended up at the back of the stage that was on the right.
Since the Hiphop stage was right at the corner of Nakpil and Adriatico Sts., in order to reach Taft Ave. via Nakpil St., you have to go round Remedios Circle then exit at one of its branches.
From this point it became all surreal. Again, just by pure serendipity, we landed at the World stage where the next band on the list was playing industrial. More on that later.
JC and I paused, reoriented ourselves and finally came into agreement that the World stage was in the middle of gay central. Oh yes, gays own the world... at least for that night.
Then it hit me like an epiphany. I was standing just behind stage right. Just like the one in my nocturnal vision. It was Fete de Javu from there. I did not mind anymore that I walked out of True Faith, that I missed Chicosci, and that I did not get to mosh with the jaded emo-fied orcs.
People... this is what I call a music festival. I am in the World stage with companion in tow, checking out queers and then some, the usual "Oh, you are here, too!" meet up with an old acquaintance, and the band onstage was playing industrial.
Yes, industrial. As in Rammstein/Trent Reznor/Nine Inch Nails industrial. This raised a few eyebrows in the immediate area where I was standing, but I did not care anymore. Besides, how many industrial acts are there in this part of the eastern hemisphere?
I whipped out my mom's digicam and started clicking away. Photos to follow once I get to get myself a USB chord.
Fete was capped by the Bembol Rockers. This is old school at its best... with a fretless bass to boot.
As for the dream, if I remember it right, it happened some time last year when I found out at the last minute that they had Farce de la Musique in MOA. So, do not blame me JC for not telling you, ok?
It was not the best edition that I have seen. The rained-out Fete that was held in Eastwood was even better organized this one. And the fact that there were just four stages to choose from, something is definitely wrong with the picture. However, what redeemed the night for me is not the event per se, but the feeling and the experience while going around the familiar corners of Malate.
There was this one time I dreamt (I know it should be dreamed, thank you Firefox, but can you give me some slack and consider that as writing style rather than a mistype, the same way I that spelt) that Fete was held in Ermita. And when somewhere in the middle you recall portions of your dream as those events flash in front of you, you know you are into something.
I apologize if I am going blank. That was the second consecutive bland paragraph I made. This may count as the third. It is not really the best time of the day to be composing comprehensive blog entries at three in the morning, especially if I only had five or so hours of sleep the previous 24 and I attended ultimate basics the night before. It also dees not help that I am getting distracted because I need to reconnect every now and then just to juice up my dialup.
Going back, here is the play by play.
With the second game of the NCAA opening finishing at 7-ish, I predicted that I could finish my writeup for Ubelt at about past 8pm. To segue, I am currently working on finishing two 12-paragraph articles in an hour or less, now that I have no "juniors game" to time myself to. Plus, competition is brewing up online with THAT POPULAR WEBSITE.
Anyway, it was drizzling when I left Araneta Coliseum, as forewarned by JC via SMS. Yeah, you are the jinx. Reached rendezvous point at circa 2130hours.
I was greeted by the Universal stage, wet, drab, and dry. This does not bode well. I suggested to the companion that we change locations. There was nothing much to see in that part of Aristocrat. Plus that another friend is sitting pretty in the Rock stage. We did not get to see him in the din though.
We did not get to see our must-see bands (I could not even recall Raichu's band name right now). Heck, I was supposed to observe crowd dynamics when Chicosci enters stage right. However, the companion was getting uneasy.
Between that and boredom, we made our way to Cafe Havana (which was conveniently in front of the Rock stage), where I figured out my mates in salsa class would be. JC got her first lesson of salsa, while I got a lecture on picking up and feeling good the rest of the way courtesy of the companion.
We tried our luck in the Hiphop stage, which we discovered by luck even if we passed the corner of Adriatico St. a number of times. At about this time, my subconscious was already working double time and I commented to the companion, "You know, I just remembered a dream I had."
In that scene, I was supposed to walk to a stage that was just right ahead (what later turned out to be the Hiphop stage in real time). Before reaching the stage was a corner to the right where another stage was set up. What I did was walk around the stage on the right and after navigating a few more street corners, I ended up at the back of the stage I was originally supposed to go to. Logically though, I also ended up at the back of the stage that was on the right.
Since the Hiphop stage was right at the corner of Nakpil and Adriatico Sts., in order to reach Taft Ave. via Nakpil St., you have to go round Remedios Circle then exit at one of its branches.
From this point it became all surreal. Again, just by pure serendipity, we landed at the World stage where the next band on the list was playing industrial. More on that later.
JC and I paused, reoriented ourselves and finally came into agreement that the World stage was in the middle of gay central. Oh yes, gays own the world... at least for that night.
Then it hit me like an epiphany. I was standing just behind stage right. Just like the one in my nocturnal vision. It was Fete de Javu from there. I did not mind anymore that I walked out of True Faith, that I missed Chicosci, and that I did not get to mosh with the jaded emo-fied orcs.
People... this is what I call a music festival. I am in the World stage with companion in tow, checking out queers and then some, the usual "Oh, you are here, too!" meet up with an old acquaintance, and the band onstage was playing industrial.
Yes, industrial. As in Rammstein/Trent Reznor/Nine Inch Nails industrial. This raised a few eyebrows in the immediate area where I was standing, but I did not care anymore. Besides, how many industrial acts are there in this part of the eastern hemisphere?
I whipped out my mom's digicam and started clicking away. Photos to follow once I get to get myself a USB chord.
Fete was capped by the Bembol Rockers. This is old school at its best... with a fretless bass to boot.
As for the dream, if I remember it right, it happened some time last year when I found out at the last minute that they had Farce de la Musique in MOA. So, do not blame me JC for not telling you, ok?
Labels: music
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