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Monday, April 25, 2005
Carnal weekends
By Dannix V. Adorador III
SEEMED the last three April weekends were filled with carnal fun.
As coffee and beer (an odd combination, don't you think?) flowed at the corners where Bamboo's concert was held, I and my French partenaire, Laurent Thorigne, sat passively in the pavement while waiting for the venue's altimeter to rise. When it's Bamboo, there's always room for youthful madness, there's always the excitement.
Yet it had almost been an hour and we're yet to see the ghosts of Nathan, Ira, Vic and the man himself, Bamboo Mañalac. They say gigs like this could almost take eternity to kick off, with the front act enjoying lavish time. I detest dessert when its served before dinner, but seeing Bamboo is worth a lull of innuendo. Uniquement Philippin?
Luckily, I amused myself by playing as interpreter to Laurent (a deep nasal Loran in French), as he also acted as my French dictionary that evening, to explain why this paper is peppered with francais (you can erase those wrinkles lining your eyebrows now). Well nothing to worry now, said the French intern cum accidental tourist: Avril Lavigne's concert in Manila was a photocopy of the same situation difficile. Her front-act, co-Canadians Simple Plan, virtually transformed the petit Canadian rock princess to a mere back-up singer.
And...the momentary blackout announced Bamboo's presence on stage. Young people screamed like football hooligans, while some gents started taking off their shirts in the spirit of true juvenile misdemeanors. It was 9:30 p.m. or so when Bamboo started his usual snake dance and the crowd couldn't get much wilder, in a cacophony only Kris Aquino can describe: so provincial.
After Bamboo's five-year hiatus in tate, it's amazing how his self-named band been grabbing headlines in the entertainment scene. The band's opening were a slew of OPM originals by Eraser Heads and River Maya, Bamboo's erstwhile band. Songs like Elise and Kung Ayaw Mo Huwag Mo were madly cheered, as I scampered for whatever left of my two dozen French and one sack of English for mon ami's sake. As always, Bamboo's energy on-stage is electrifiying, if not contagious.
Bamboo's place in the (alternative) rock genre' was sealed with their debut studio release album "As the Music Plays." The band's maiden record could have never been possible without the talented Ira Cruz on guitars, and Vic Mercado on drums and Nathan Azarcon who effectively tickle those bass strings.
The hits These Days, Mr. Clay, Take Me Down, and As The Music Plays display how unrestrained the rock brand Bamboo is associated with. With an interesting fusion of funk, rock, jazz, and alternative rock, the band just keeps on converting music souls around the country, as its album stayed in the charts months after its release. Today, their music still resonates in the airwaves.
The band's finale', of course is the hitmaker NOYPI. A patriotic song so crafted with such well-written lyrics and well arranged melodies, I must admit I can burn this song to my praise and worship CD. The song just carried the crowd away into chorus and Laurent just can't help asking "What are they singing about?" I told my friend that the crowd was singing Le Philippin Antheme National. He obligedly nodded, to my guffaws. (to be continued) during our train ride.
I asked her what her name was, and she replied, "Mayumi."
(April 25, 2005 issue)
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