Behind the Scenes of Akaw Invasion 2

sept 16, 2007
makati city

it's over a week now but i can't still get over it. a whirr has been taking refuge in my ear drums up to know, courtesy of the fusion and synthesis of drums and guitars and shouts that clouded puple haze bar last 08 september.

as usual, i came late. several bands already performed when the battered cab, which crisscrossed the interweaving roads from serendra to purple haze, discharged me. with no composure left in my attempt to move faster, i bumped into a thick hard wall named abay z.

abay z and i resigned to the fact that we don't have talent in squeezing our carcass in the thickness of throng, very un-ladyleigh-like; hence, we tried to content ourselves sitting outside, smoking like fiend while blathering whatnot. of course, when you're with abay z, nostalgia is surging like lava.

until we realised that our harking back to Mrs Bitancor's do-re-mi-mga-tanga-mga-usol ate much of our time, i steeled my resolve and hurled everything that blocked my way. still, else was so near yet so far as phalanx of pangks, and rakistas took over the center isle. i could not move when i was trapped amid these pangkitos as there's a big possibility that a body or two, and/or blood would just fly right after my head. the thought of being squeezed in moshpit melted away my doggedness.

good thing the band in front was a thing to watch; otherwise, people might see my teeth clattered and my chin bobbed. at last, i was able to push through the hardness of the pangkitos and went right in front of else who was so busy that abay z and i suspected that her heart already inflated to leigh's mass. i was able to recruit lor to going down as we recognise the we aren't anymore belong to the age group (ouch!).

abay z + lor equals never-ending chikahan, from lor's independence and theory about love to my call centre escapades. we went to figaro to drown our sobriety over a cup of coffee.

going back to purple haze, everything was still in normalcy. pangks and rakers were still headbanging, mixing their hairs up with beer and sweat. we decided to push ourselves in to the crowd, to once and for all enjoy the night which was the purpose of this in the first place.

what can i say, all were really on the top form. with their performances, they have indelibly sealed the fact that rock and roll is alive and kicking in baler. no band wasted time, the stage was able to serve its purpose.

the finale was kapatid ni amy, a song composed by else's kuya. so unpretentious and inspiring it was that it literally brought the house down. everyone was singing, no one was pasaway. it has drawn us together, making us one.