history of some sort. PART DEUX.

So we found Rock and Rhythm and we found BJ and his Wendy Says and found the inspiration to start a fanzine. And start we did. Then us 3 girls – Bles, Joy and I -- started spending every weekends together, leading us to some realization that we’re not as homogenous as we thought and that Bles should do the reviews for the Pinoy bands and I should do the review for the indie music – if we could get hold of one, or of what Rofer’s could offer us. I bought a Quicksand cassette from Rofers and Dambuilders and some more I can’t remember. They are as indie as we can get here in Iloilo City. She said she also wanted to write about Frank Zappa. Frank Zappa, for chrissakes!! And I didn’t even have a musical culture prior to Nirvana and so I had to grope my way around for some history. She even listened (with an s??) to Grateful Dead! I only knew Grateful Dead because of the tie-dye fashion and hippies, of course, but nothing beyond that, really. If anybody thought I did, then I might have really acted so well I was able to fool you. But believe me I wasn’t really trying to appear so musically conversant and those were the days of daze…err, identity crisis in music.

Joy…well Joy liked a lot of things and she played some instruments as well. All I can recall was that in my senior year her mother made her burn all her cassettes and fanzines and she was left to listen to nothing but Christian rock. I still have her DC Talk cassette. I recall her talking about this Christian rock band Petra of which I have never heard of. We didn’t talk much about that around their place but their place was memories of sleepover and popcorn and movies…Man on the moon – because one of us had a huge crush on Jason London; Mallrats and Chasing Amy because we liked Jay and Silent bob. I wasn’t able to see Clerks 1 with them anymore. I think I have left for college when they did. But I got to see it last year, now on DVD-convert shit I downloaded from somewhere. I got to see Dogma in a moviehouse because Kevin Smith already went big time. And Joy’s is the room where all day is night and it was always us scrambling out of bed every time, late for some appointment because we overslept. When you turn the lights on and off, the glow in the darks would just light up regardless of the time of the day. It’s always pitch dark in her room.

It took along time for Jenny to return the Disintegration cassette which originally belonged to Fritz. Fritz is the guy who up to this day still hates me for calling him a trust fund baby. I wish he would enlighten me. I think it was Bles who borrowed it and then I borrowed it and then Jenny borrowed it from me and then I think it was Bles who took it from her and returned it to Fritz, who was leaving for Davao then, perhaps 5 or 8 years after this robert smith-haired fritz guy with black rimmed glasses lent it to her. I was with Bles when she met with him, carrying this medium-sized black garbage bag with all his things in it. But I still have his magazines: the very small booklet type Rock and Rhythm with lots of hair band guys on the cover. See, Bles even listens to the cure and I only knew the cure for their Friday I’m in love. I like to HOPE I didn’t hear it first from the baylehans in Antique. God, I hope. Or else we’re not giving any justice to Robert Smith. Or are we?

I’m a little lost on Aiza but she did have a brother who was some kind of a band member. His brother played drums for some local band. She would be the person we would later on beg for the interviews with the local bands. She just disappeared and I also left Iloilo so nothing follows.

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more to come!