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Hello It's Me
Todd Rundgren

Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do you
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

Here it is, audio only.


August 21 is most remembered as the day Ninoy Aquino was assassinated, but in the annals of Pinoy Rock, it is also the day the music died when Teddy Diaz, lead guitarist of The Dawn, was killed.

He was heavily influenced by Jimmy Page, and indeed he busted out the violin bow in one of their concerts. See the video below!

Check out that SEARING KILLER GUITAR SOLO! PUTA! And THE BOW PARE! THE BOW! One of the best Pinoy rock solos I've seen, if not the best.

RIP idol!



Poem Without Forgiveness
Dean Young

The husband wants to be taken back
into the family after behaving terribly,
but nothing can be taken back,
not the leaves by the trees, the rain
by the clouds. You want to take back
the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel
remains in the wound, some mud.
Night after night Tybalt’s stabbed
so the lovers are ground in mechanical
aftermath. Think of the gunk that never
comes off the roasting pan, the goofs
of a diamond cutter. But wasn’t it
electricity’s blunder into inert clay
that started this whole mess, the I-
echo in the head, a marriage begun
with a fender bender, a sneeze,
a mutation, a raid, an irrevocable
fuckup. So in the meantime: epoxy,
the dog barking at who knows what,
signals mixed up like a dumped-out tray
of printer’s type. Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.

It's all about impact, baby. Just look at how hard-hitting those lines are. I'm pancaked. Look at the movement, at how observant this guy is. Although it doesn't contain the renegade, rock-and-roll imagery I love reading (as I've said, as much as I love a poem that soothes, I prefer to read something that pimp-slaps me back to earth), this one equally brings a massive dose of hysteria and intensity, exactly what I'm looking for in a poem.

"Night after night Tybalt's stabbed so the lovers are ground in mechanical aftermath". Tang ina, diba?


ilang oras na lang

the moment of truth, tonight! 12AM (or 1AM?) Los Angeles time! Ateneo-La Salle! thank god for ABS-CBN Now!'s streaming live coverage!

let's just focus on winning this one, guys. our backs are against the wall again, but we pulled it off in '02. we did it before, kaya rin natin ngayon!

Animo Ateneo! Ang sarap maging Atenista!
One Big Fight!


Letter to Simic from Boulder
Richard Hugo

Dear Charles: And so we meet once in San Francisco and I learn
I bombed you long ago in Belgrade when you were five.
I remember. We were after a bridge on the Danube
hoping to cut the German armies off as they fled north
from Greece. We missed. Not unusual, considering I
was one of the bombardiers. I couldn't hit my ass if
I sat on the Norden or rode a bomb down singing
The Star Spangled Banner. I remember Belgrade opened
like a rose when we came in. Not much flak. I didn't know
about the daily hangings, the 80,000 Slavs who dangled
from German ropes in the city, lessons to the rest.
I was interested mainly in staying alive, that moment
the plane jumped free from the weight of bombs and we went home.
What did you speak then? Serb, I suppose. And what did your mind
do with the terrible howl of bombs? What is Serb for "fear"?
It must be the same as in English, one long primitive wail
of dying children, one child fixed forever in dead stare.
I don't apologize for the war, or what I was. I was
willingly confused by the times. I think I even believed
in heroics (for others, not for me). I believed the necessity
of that suffering world, hoping it would learn not to do
it again. But I was young. The world never learns. History
has a way of making the past palatable, the dead
a dream. Dear Charles, I'm glad you avoided the bombs, that you
live with us now and write poems. I must tell you though,
I felt funny that day in San Francisco. I kept saying
to myself, he was on the ground that day, the sky
eerie mustard and our engines roaring everything
out of the way. And the world comes clean in moments
like that for survivors. The world comes clean as clouds
in summer, the pure puffed white, soft birds careening
in and out, our lives with a chance to drift on slow
over the world, our bomb bays empty, the target forgotten,
the enemy ignored. Nice to meet you finally after
all the mindless hate. Next time, if you want to be sure
you survive, sit on the bridge I'm trying to hit and wave.
I'm coming in on course but nervous and my cross hairs flutter.
Wherever you are on earth, you are safe. I'm aiming but
my bombs are candy and I've lost the lead plane. Your friend, Dick.


he was, and still is, my greatest hero. also to a lot of aspiring musicians out there.


i always tune in to south park re-runs from 11 to 12. then after 12, it's re-runs of...



turning the big shot clock (24)

first time in my life i celebrated my birthday away from home.

needless to say, it was pretty much surreal. first time in my life i heard mass on a birthday that didn't fall on a sunday, we had the new house in studio city (which we'll be moving into in a week) blessed today, great lunch at hot wings cafe, and an even more amazing dinner here at home (thanks mom and lola for the awesome food).

thanks also to my friends who greeted me through ym, multiply, phone calls and all that: kristel, monix, lauren, rica, ane, finella, alexa, raph, mabs, marga, lorraine, aedz, bobbie, kleech, tompee, joey...thanks so much. to you guys back in the philippines, i miss you terribly.