Can you bleeping believe this? They erased the marriage of Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson! Aside from all the complications and continuity problems that this stupid stunt from Joe Quesada brings, it's another mistake of a storyline like where Peter reveals his identity to the world, the clone saga, the Carnage-Venom stories, and the Ultimate Spider-Man line that just diluted things for the world's greatest superhero.
I tolerated the death of Gwen Stacy, the resurrection of Jean Grey, the too many X-titles, the murder of Karen Page in Daredevil, but this move that eradicates so many years of storytelling? How's that for creative storytelling.
I bought my last issue of Spider-Man and no, Mr. Quesada, you do not have one more issue for me. And by the way, Mr. Quesada is probably a Skrull himself! 'Nuff said.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
My fave films/DVDs of the Year
4. The Departed
5. Pan’s Labyrinth
6. Spider-Man 3
7. The Bourne Ultimatum
8. Blade Runner
9. the Kingdom
10. Blood Diamond
11. 3:10 to Yuma
12. 30 Days of Night
My fave TV DVDs of the Year
1. Heroes Season 1
2. the Sopranos Season 6
3. Battlestar Galactica Season 3
4. Flight of the Conchords Season 1
My fave albums/CDs of the Year:
1. Under the Blacklight – Rilo Kiley
2. A Weekend in the City - Bloc Party
3. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga – Spoon
4. Because of the Times – Kings of Leon
5. Zeitgeist – Smashing Pumpkins
6. Our Love to Admire – Interpol
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Noche buena. Well, there's another traditional Filipino way of celebrating the season... and that's corrupt people murdering journalists. The Big Santa up there knows who is naughty and damn evil. Kudos to the country's number one broadsheet for a great layout (underneath their Paskong Pinoy is another grisly headline).
1. Went to Six Flags in Lake George, NY. The Steamin' Demon? The Boomerang? Dudes, these are serious coasters. Now when it comes to theme parks and rides, I'm like phony tough and crazy brave. In short... I've got an acute form of acrophobia. So going here was not only a waste of time but I swear it almost gave me a heart attack. I'm sticking to elevators.
2. Wore a New York Yankee Cap in Boston and (nearly) inside Fenway Park. What the F was I thinking of? To show Yankee Pride? Once I got down that bus from Chinatown and into Beantown I was in trouble. And to think those cops were just bustin' my chops. That was bleeping frightening.
3. Got into a rumble. It was Ateneo vs. UE 1990. This was Eric Reyes' last game in a Blue Eagle uniform. Had Richie Ticzon made both his free throws with almost no time left, Ateneo would have lived on to fight another day instead of getting eliminated. My best friend and I got into a fist fight with some UE supporters inside the Araneta Coliseum. Two of us against 10 of them.
4. SLEX 2001. First time in my life I witnessed a car crash like you see in movies complete with the flipping over and careening off the asphalt. We pulled up in front of the accident and I got off to help pull out the injured driver of one of the cars. Now the whole damn car was smoking badly and there was a hissing sound coming from the engine. Thank God it didn't explode.
5. I think I've watched Backdraft enough already. December 2007. Getting up on my roof and fighting a major fire with nothing more than a garden hose and some buckets of water.
6. It's raining bullets and death out here. 1989 Camp Aguinaldo. My brother and I were escorting a foreign journalist when shooting began between the coup plotters and government forces between Aguinaldo and Camp Crame. Most of the people around us were either dead or badly injured.
7. Driving from Hermosa Beach (taking the I-15) to Las Vegas (6 goddam hours with all that sucky LA traffic) with no radio and a goddam Gary Valenciano CD (we left a stack of discs from Death Cab for Cutie to Dave Matthews to the Killers in my friend's house) to keep us company. After about two hours, the CD became a frisbee. Thank God for the 24-hour Ihop in Barstow. The route is a mistake. So is it from Orange County. La Jolla and Santa Monica may be beautiful, but it's NY or bust for me.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Cubao Expo as the former Marikina Shoe Expo is known by today is a curious but welcome oddity in the capital's second oldest commercial center (the first being Binondo). Tucked unobtrusively behind the old Rustan's department store, the U-shaped complex used to house stores by all the top shoemakers in the country. My folks used to take me there to buy my shoes for school (that I'd wear out in a month or two) until Shoe Mart (boo!) took away all the fun and gobbled up everything in sight.
But as the Araneta Center struggles to compete with the Serendras, Greenbelt 3's, and Eastwoods that have become the happening spots and hangouts of today's noveau riche, yuppies, and youth, the venerable junction of the metropolis still retains some of that old Manila charm in the vastly changed exposition area.
I would go there in years past to buy indie compact discs of acts like the Brownbeat All-Stars, Bad Burn, Moyg, and other veritable unknowns.
Bellini's Italian Restaurant has been a timeless favorite. A word on Bellini's. If you're a fan of Inter Milan, be sure you go there wearing the team colors. Mr. Roberto Bellini might give you a free treat. And we're both Zlatan Ibrahimovic fans (I'm a fan of Patrick Viera and Esteban Cambiasso too). In our case, it was some great Sicilian red wine. But our faves here are the Parma Ham with Arugula leaves pizza, the Salsiccia patsa, and ye good old favorite Caesar's Salad. Yum!
The new thrift and curio shops and eateries have made this part of town equal parts artists' haven and food lovers delight. They even have a cool coffee shop!
If you check out Grand Thrift House (they've been around since 1989, but moved into the Cubao Expo in 2004), tell the store's proprietors, the Alberto brothers James and Dunhill, that I sent ya! I got that old Iron Man comic reprinted by Goodwill here for A hundred bucks!
Sometimes I get the feeling that I stepped out of a time machine what with the pictures of the Beatles and James Brown hanging from the wall, old Fender Stratocaster guitars on display, and used books that make me miss the Rastro, that old thrift store in the old Shoppesville in Greenhills.
And if you're looking for those old Marvel Comic books that were reprinted once upon a time by Goodwill Bookstore, those old Bananas magazines, vinyl LP's by the Knack, Led Zeppelin, Pat Benatar, and the Who among many others, Coca Cola collectibles, toys, and whathaveyou, then browse around and hobnob. It's counter culture. It's alternative. It reminds me of Greenwich Village or St. Mark's in New York City. It's the old new Cubao Expo.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
It was while I was working for Universal/Polycosmic Records -- remember I was handling jazz and classical music -- that I discovered pianist John Boswell's music. I listened to his album Count Me In and instantly fell in love with his music. One of the key tracks of that album is apiece called "Do It Again" which he co-wrote with a then-young actor by the name of Robert Downey Jr. It's an instrumental piece but there's a rumored version with vocals somewheres with Downey Jr on vox.
I always thought of his music as sensitive and moving. Something you listened to when you were relaxing or sitting at home at night or enjoying some nicely brewed coffee.
A few months later while preparing my catalogue for the Christmas season, I saw his album Festival of the Heart. I readily gave it a listen since I knew what music he was capable of and came away really really moved. It's funny how we can say such things about Christmas music, but the way John renders traditional Yuletide carols is a deep deep experience. I've recommended this album over the years to different people and all of them have come away raving about it and it has become a season favorite.
I know we're just days away, but if you have a chance, download it or buy the CD. It is definitely worth it. Listening to his version of "the First Noel" I swear I could see the snow falling on Central Park from my West Side apartment as I wrap myself around a jacket grateful for its warmth and more so for the coffee mug in my hands.
I haven't really felt the season to be quite honest, but listening to this just made me nostalgic for the way I felt about this time of the year when I was a kid, made me think of walking the snow-matted fields of Princeton where I later made my home. It's Christmas. It's a time of remembering our Lord and feeling good about many things. Memories included.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
I worked as a Label and A&R Manager for Universal Records for a while back in the early 1990's handling mainly jazz and classical music. When the company missed out on the Eraserheads, Color It Red, Tropical Depression, and Teeth, I had enough and asked the late Bella Tan if I could scout and sign local bands since I was the one immersed in the local music scene.
The first one I signed was Datu's Tribe (out of UPLB and managed by my Ateneo Grade School classmate Patrick Reidenbach). Then I went after three outfits: Parokya Ni Edgar, Indio I, and Fatal Posporos. I was able to snag Parokya way ahead of everyone. In hindsight, it's a no-brainer, right? But back then, people weren't sure. It took balls back then to sign them and am glad I did. If Mrs. Tan wasn't too enamored of Datu's Tribe, then she liked PNE right away. They guys even at that age were consumate showmen. At that time, the band was then managed by another classmate, Ricky Santillan who then worked at Saatchi. He then left to work in Singapore and Richard Tan picked up the band. The rest is history.
See how young we were back then. I was wearing a WORLD YOUTH DAY tee featuring the band THE YOUTH (of "Multong Bakla" fame) and the late Pope John Paul II. Those were the days and am damn proud of Parokya Ni Edgar.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
This has got to be one of the coolest vids ever! Star wars fan here. Saw them when they first came out in the theaters and in many ways, I'm a bigger fan now than when I was a kid.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
It's amazing how the city of Marikina transformed itself from being one of the seediest places in the metropolis to a model of modern good governance (MCF is cool but BF sucks big time). It's even more amazing that the city government took inspiration from Hasbro's beloved toy creation for its Christmas motif.
There are some 40 of these "Transformers" throughout the city. There are five within the immediate area of where I live. I didn't have time to take shots of the other three because it meant walking along the middle of the road that splits into A. Bonifacio and Marcos Highway while the other is along the bridge overlooking Riverbanks while the other looked off (it was a carabao). But here are a couple.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
My late grandparents' house in the Tomas Morato area was always a fun place to go to. My grandpa -- Lolo Luis -- had this Philippine handicraft business where they'd export stuff to Japan, Europe, and America. My aunt, Philippine Daily Inquirer columnist, Belinda Olivares-Cunanan, had this antique shop in the lower level of the house that gave the house an atmosphere and ambiance out of Old Manila. And I loved it. I loved the scent -- as long as it didn't smell of molds, dead air, and yucky stuff.
My Lolo Luis was an inspiration. After World War II, they had lost all their money, but he and my Lola were able to work really hard to put my dad and all his siblings in school (the boys in Ateneo and the girls in Maryknoll). And later, he would go around the country buying raw materials for the handicrafts business even to the point of sleeping on bancas in Romblon. Talk about toughness and resiliency. He -- like all my gradfolks -- made a huge impression on me. I certainly wish I was even half the man he was.
My grandparents' have passed away and the house and the antique shop are no more. For awhile there, the house was used as a location for shoots for movies such as Sanay Wala Nang Wakas, Maaalala Mo Kaya, and many others. Distinguished thespians from Cherie Gil, Dina Bonnevie, and Christopher De Leon have shot their scenes in the old house. Although I've never been a fan of Filipino films, I made sure to watch each and every one of the films that used the house as part of its location shoots. Hahaha. I was house fan boy! Maybe that's why I enjoy contributing to Homestyle Magazine.
Even my parents' house in Industrial Valley, Marikina was used for a Sonny Parson's movie (I forget the title of this lousy flick with good reason). Now that Parsons' movie wasn't widely distributed and the only place within my immediate area was in Cubao at the old Ocean Theater along EDSA corner Aurora Boulevard. It was a shitty movie house and the movie was quadruple that. I remember wearing a baseball cap and hiding my face lest someone I know see me entering this dingy and smelly hole. Now I had to endure like an hour and twenty minutes of a crappy film just to see our house that never came out (they edited out the scene). Hahahaha. Damn. Even now when we all talk about that at home everyone makes fun of me.
But back to my grandfolks' place in the Scout area. It's not what it once was. Tomas Morato now is like restaurant row and there's like rapid development around the area. The house has some squatters for neighbors and is a huge eyesore. My brother has decided to take up residence there rather than allow it to fall into a state of disrepair. He's made some changes and cleaned up the place. It's certainly seen some better days, but it's still not bad (except for the bathroom hahahaha). And by the way... that old telephone? Yes, it works. For real.
During my other younger brother's birthday last Sunday, I took some shots of the old house. The family has been debating whether to turn the tear down the whole lot and put up a ritzy condo while the other half of the Olivares clan opposes it. Like they need the money. If ever, they should preserve the place and re-decorate it.
Whatever happens, I took some shots that will always carry a piece of me, my dear departed grandfolks, and a slice of Old Manila.