street beats

That aft Earth spoke to me in beats.
I closed my eyes and I listened,
feeling the rythm of the streets

Sunday, I joined some new friends in a percussion jam at baywalk. I'm writing this and my head's still bobbing sideways, up and down. The sun was setting and there they were, lost in percussion, the acolytes of the beats. This might be the same kind of music that the ancients danced to. Warriors may have thumped this music as they waged their battles. I felt so many things just by listening to the alchemy of percussions and beholding a display of apparent frenzy. It felt so profound the world consumed me.

It's always nice to have a sense of harmony, with no anger, pain, regret, and no flaming passions. I just feel the real nature of my body, being fluid. The whole world dissolves and there every conflict that exists simply turns into a paradox.

I just helped a friend of mine transport his stuff from Manila from Fairview. We walked, talked, and enjoyed a cheap yet thoroughly delightful dinner.

Afterwards, we watched this horribly crappy british parody of the Gladiator, the Gladiatress. Well, the crappiness may be it's humor factor. Take this, a woman named Aboutworthapig (or something like that) gets her head cut off by a gladiator and her two sisters rescue her from the underworld through some tunnel. The Aboutworthapig ends up at the same stadium where the her head was cut off and encounters the same gladiator. She defeats the gladiator by biting of his balls. The three sisters knock out other fighters by dancing some turkish dance, hypnotizing the men, and bonking their heads on the warriors, who just fall to the floor. I haven't seen anything this slow. It just makes me weep for all others that may be unfortunate enough to encounter this film by some horrible circumstance.

Ten pm, I started my commute home. On my way home, somewhere on my way to UP, I rode on a tricycle. Well, it might have been okay, if it weren't for the several times that I almost fell off my seat, which was composed of haphazardly welded strips of steel. From UP, I got on a jeep. Well, nice ride, except that I had to dangle from the rear of the ride because I'm luck enough to reach the station at the exact moment when the seats of jeep were already full. From Katipunan, I got on a jeep driven by someone who might be on the cast of the future FAST AND THE FURIOUS movie that would be shot here in a Manila. Everytime the driver hit the brakes, I found myself moving a foot away from where I was sitting.

And the music!! The Horror of it!!! Imagine the exact beat and melody of the song MY HUMPS by the Black Eyed Peas. Now fill it in with the lyrics "anghang anghang anghang, ng sile," or "sometimes, anghang anghang anghang ng ulam." The next songs were equally horrible. It's just evil. I think these songs were spinned by some musical brainwasher of a devil for some dark purpose. I dare not speculate what.

Getting off the jeep and starting my walk home was exactly like finally getting some water after 48 hours without water.

I'm supposed to feel exhausted now, and go to bed feeling bad about my day. But like I said,

That aft Earth spoke to me in beats.
I closed my eyes and I listened,
feeling the rythm of the streets.

That's what I call harmony: having a nice time then going through shitty experiences, bitchin bout it, laughin bout it and let every event, good and bad, become a like a thump on a drum on that sunday afternoon.

After I write this, I'm gonna turn on my chill-out music, grab my Marlboros, sip some tea, close my eyes, recline on the couch, and let the world embrace me as I drift off....

sigh.

(methanks pulela, who introduced me to the drumjam. :)