“Harana” at CAAMFest

The line to get in stretched all the way around the building.

Too bad The Man feigned illness at the last minute.

Berkeley is not the Berkeley that scared her so much when she was young.

Florante is so lucky:  he got to be the focus of a five-star movie.

Self discovered that one of the movie’s executive producers was an ex-Assumption yearmate:  IQ (Really!  That really IS her name!) de Vera.

“Anak” was in this movie.  Sung by schoolchildren.

Self feels she should explain:  It was the 1970s.  And Mike Hanopol and Sampaguita and Freddie Aguilar were just starting out.  She doesn’t think “Anak” was strictly harana, but one of the best scenes of the movie was that scene with the schoolchildren.

This was the first time self got a full translation of the lyrics to “Anak.”  Thank God for subtitles.

Self, you are lucky.  You are lucky because:  a) You made it to Berkeley and found parking right across the street (One of the few times you were in Berkeley, you attempted to park in this same public garage, hit a bicyclist, went on to visit the class whose professor was teaching you, and then after going home, began the story “Bad Thing.” You still remember the name of the professor:  Sau Ling Wong.  There was another writer visiting the class that day:  Fae Myenne Ng, the author of Bone.  Fae nominated you for a Pushcart that year, your first nomination.)  b) You were still in Manila and remembered exactly when you first heard “Anak” on the radio.  You didn’t know it at the time, but that was the start of the song’s long life as a Filipino classic.  Even though Freddie Aguilar never made another song worth remembering, you will always be grateful to him for “Anak.” c) You saw the Bay Bridge all decked out in lights.  With one hand on the steering wheel, another on your camera’s shutter release, you were able to fire off two (extremely blurry) shots.

Bay Bridge, at 60 mph

Bay Bridge, at 60 mph

Tomorrow she watches Lisa Yuchengco’s documentary on the late Marilou Diaz Abaya.  The woman sitting next to self at the screening for “Harana” (who was not Filipino) said she had caught the previous day’s screening.  Self asked her what she thought of it, and she said she found it very interesting because the technique was almost straight interview.  Wow, fascinating!  Self can hardly wait to see it.

At the “Harana” screening, she saw:  a) Manny Yulo; b) IQ, her aforementioned Assumption classmate; c) Rashaan (who is off to Hawthornden this June –  Aaaach, jealousy burns, jealousy burns)

The cinematography was by Peggy Peralta.  Self would have said something to Ms. Peralta, but was totally intimidated because she looked like a saucy Japanese schoolgirl, in her mod attire and hat.  Self is blanking out:  only a few seconds ago, she had a name for this hat.  Now, all she can think of is:  It’s the hat worn by Dick Tracy.  Ah!  That’s it:  the hat is called a fedora.

Wow, The Harana Kings.  The closing credits said they played at the Hollywood Bowl to an audience of 13,000.

There was someone who kept up an almost continuous sniffling (weeping?) from one of the rows just behind self.  Well, this movie certainly erases the bad taste left in her mouth by “Corazon, Ang Unang Aswang.”

P.S.  Yosef Halper, owner of Halper’s Books in Tel Aviv, told her that he knows Mike Hanopol.  Of all things, Mike Hanopol now lives in Tel Aviv!

More P.S.  Michael Dadap, classical guitarist, who self knew long ago in her New York period, was in this movie, performing with The Harana Kings in the Cultural Center of the Philippines.

Five Stars.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

2nd Saturday of February (2012): Concert at Davies, Symphony Shop, Pocket Chinese Almanac 2013

Self and The Man were at Davies this evening.  It was fantastic!  A performance of Poulenc’s Stabat Mater, with beauteous Canadian soprano Erin Wall, and the San Francisco Symphony Chorus, conducted by Charles Dutoit.  After intermission, a performance of Berlioz’s Te Deum, with guest appearance by the Pacific Boys Choir.  Self had never heard either of these pieces before.  Their effect on self was quite electric.  She kept her eyes closed as much as she could, to concentrate on the music.  Towards the end of the Te Deum, she actually felt tears at the corners of her eyes.  But, mindful that The Man was staring at her with a look of utter amazement, she steeled the tears not to fall.

Did dear blog readers know that Poulenc was noted for being the most “cheerful” of all composers?  And he was apparently well-off:  He had an apartment overlooking the Jardin du Luxembourg (which self had occasion to ramble in, just this past July, dear blog readers!), and a castle in the Loire.  In the late 1930s (Poulenc was born in 1899), a good friend having been killed in a horrific automobile accident, he began to meditate on death and mortality and, in his castle in the Loire, wrote pieces like The Litanies of the Black Virgin.  His Stabat Mater is a very uplifting work.  Self particularly loved the passage (So handy that the text was in the program):

Holy mother, do this for me:
imprint the wounds of your crucified son
deeply in my heart.

During the intermission, self had to run to the powder room, and The Man said he would meet her at the Symphony Shop. Self had little tremors of premonition at the mention of “Symphony Shop.” She expressly told herself she would spend nothing at the Symphony Shop this evening. But since she was meeting The Man there, she couldn’t very well NOT shop. And she ended up spending about $40 (If you must know, the man spent $7. She tried to get him to spring for her $40, but he was quite adamant that he was “broke” and all his credit cards were maxed out. So of course self ended up feeling sorry for him. It’s a wonder she let him pay for his $7 item instead of offering to include it with hers!)

One of the things self sprang for (on a rack right next to the cash register, wouldn’t you know) was a tiny book called:

POCKET CHINESE ALMANAC 2013

Self knows it is all just superstition, but as soon as she got home, she turned to the prognostication for today, the 9th of February.  Lo and behold it is a good day for “rituals, asking for blessings . . .  meeting friends, going out, weddings, tailoring, starting a business . . .  “

Starting a business!  An anxious glance at the clock:  11:52 p.m.  A little late to be thinking of what business she can start, there’s only eight minutes of Feb. 9 to go!

Self turns to the prognostication for Feb. 10:

BAD for the maiden voyage of a boat, hairdressing, manicure/pedicure, hunting, fishing, or starting new jobs.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Self’s 2012 in Pictures: # 5

Snow Crest Inn, Dharamsala:  When self opened her curtains in the morning, this was the view that greeted her.

Snow Crest Inn, Dharamsala: Every morning, when self opened her curtains, this was the view that greeted her.

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A Few Things to Look Forward to in 2013:

Museo Italo Americano’s “Contemporaneity:  Signs of Modern Times/ The Sedna Group” opens March 22, closes July 21.

The San Francisco Opera honors Guiseppi Verdi’s bicentennial with a performance of Verdi’s Requiem, Oct. 25 (Tickets for this one are probably beyond self’s ozone)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Joe Queenan, Wall Street Journal

Today’s quote of the day (although it may end up being just the first quote of a very very very long day) is this from Joe Queenan’s Moving Targets column in the Wall Street Journal:

Queen Elizabeth II –  or someone resembling her –  parachuted out of a helicopter to help launch the London Olympics.  The Queen’s reward for being such a good sport was having to listen to The Who sing “Hope I Die Before I Get Old,” which they will perform anytime, anywhere, entirely without irony.

Happiness Is . . .

Having Jennie and son visit!

Jennie, on Hayes Street, this afternoon just before the Andras Schiff concert at Davies.  Jennie has the most beautiful scarves!

Niece G was able to join us!

Niece G was able to join us! It took forever for the bus from her place, so she hopped into a cab and self met her at the corner of Gough and Hayes.

It was a beautiful day in San Francisco.  The Blue Angels were putting on a show.  We heard them from time to time.

The lovely trio, outside Miette, a bakery on Octavia (near Hayes Street)

The absolute icing on the cake was that self got to listen to Bach, all afternoon.  Andras Schiff (whose first performance in San Francisco, 1985, was Bach’s Goldberg Variations) got a standing ovation, and he was gracious enough to give an encore.

Too bad Niece G couldn’t join us for the Schiff concert.  She was spending the rest of the afternoon in Golden Gate Park, for the Bluegrass Festival.  She said Patti Smith would be performing.  Elvis Costello played on Friday.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Consciousness: Manila

Like echoes from a distant planet (Apologies for trotting out that hoary cliché), the following tremors reached self, a girl in Manila:

  • Richard Leakey (Homo habilis and Homo erectus have been discovered, YAY!  Archaeology is sexy!)
  • Newsweek and Time (purveyors of “reliable” foreign news)
  • San Francisco (Where the crazy branch of the family lived.  And yet:  Self chose Stanford over other universities.  Why?  Must be because she realized she herself was crazy!)
  • Berkeley = hippies!  And drugs!
  • Acapulco (Her parents honeymooned here).  The main thing to do in Acapulco is to watch men dive from sheer cliffs, straight into the ocean (Self must admit to thinking it was a strange choice for a honeymoon.  This was reinforced by the fact that she did not know any other parents who honeymooned there)
  • I. Magnin.  Dearest Mum’s Dearest Mum shopped only at I. Magnin. To get self ready for grad school, Dearest Mum took self shopping for clothes at the I. Magnin on Union Square.  Self remembers acquiring a whole closet of chiffon dresses.  Needless to say, she never got to wear any of them.
  • Orange Julius (There was a stand inside the Makati Supermarket)
  • Shakey’s Pizza (a whole host of these, all over Manila)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

September 22, 2012, New York City: “Songs for the Beloved”

The Greenwich House Music School is proud to present

SONGS FOR THE BELOVED

Saturday, September 22, 2012

8 – 9:15 pm

at Greenwich House Music School

Admission:  $20

46 Barrow Street, New York City (between Bleecker and Seventh Avenue)

By Subway:  Take the 1 to Christopher Street, then A, B, C, D, E or F to West 4th St., Washington Square

Songs for the Beloved is an offering of oral traditional songs with sacred themes performed by acclaimed artist Grace Nono.  Grace Nono will be joined by fellow Filipino artists Charles Wandag and Bo Razon.

For more information:   http://www.greenwichouse.org/music

Wednesday in the Park

Stafford Park, Redwood City, during the free weekly concert (Every Wednesday evening through Aug. 15)

The band yesterday evening was called “Caravan of Allstars,” and they were just fabulous.  Self and The Man had hot dogs, soda, and potato chips.  It was cooler than it’s been lately.  There must have been at least 20 dogs, drooling at all the food and making goo-goo eyes at sympathetic bystanders.  Saw one that looked almost like Gracie:  that is, it had her face.  But its body was very long and low to the ground:  a beagle crossed with a bassett hound?

“Only three more concerts left,” The Man said, in a tone of regret.

Self didn’t think about it until she was getting ready to fall asleep.  She must have been in denial because she didn’t respond, earlier.  But indeed, counting off the weeks in her head, she realized The Man was right.

Summer always ends too soon.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The New Yorker of 6 February 2012

The New Yorker of 6 February 2012 (which self just pulled out at random from her still-humongous pile of stuff) has a picture of the singer Laura Del Rey.

The young woman is looking at the photographer from behind a pair of heart-shaped glasses with brownish lenses.  She has long, flowing hair.  She is wearing a white top with scattered orange polka dots.  She is clutching something in one hand, and holding it up before her face:  It says “BAD.”  She wears a heavy, gold chain necklace and diamond-studded earrings.  The caption underneath her picture says:

Laura Del Rey’s music is theatrical, noncommittal, and better on recordings than in person.

At first, self began this post thinking she was going to say something about a book set in North Korea.

But self adores the writing of New Yorker music critic Sasha Frere-Jones.  She’s quoted her before, elsewhere in this blog.  Frere-Jones describes Del Rey’s music thus:

Del Rey has managed, like a slow car in the left lane, to make everyone around her angry and over-invested, despite doing relatively little.

BWAH.  HA.  HA.  HA!

She sang on Saturday Night Live and Juliette Lewis slammed her performance on Twitter (which is why self doesn’t tweet — it’s too easy to get lured into writing impulsively, without discretion).

Brian Williams (What would he know?) sent an e-mail to Gawker’s Nick Denton, saying, quote:  that Del Rey’s performance was “one of the worst things in SNL history.”

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Since self has just renewed her New Yorker subscription to the year 2016 (Again, BWAH HA HA!) she is obviously enamored of their writers.

This issue has a short story by T. Coraghessan Boyle, who she has actually met in person.  At a reading he gave in Foothill.  During which he came off as very relaxed and friendly and cool.

The short story is called “Los Gigantes,” and it has a killer opening:

At first they kept us in cages like zoo animals, but that was too depressing.  After a while, we began to lose interest in what we’d been brought there to do.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

“The Heart of the Matter” : This Is a Poem

Self was reminded of The Eagles when the husband asked son’s friend Finnisey, who fortuitously arrived at self’s humble abode bearing a fabulous guitar, if he could play an Eagles song.  Finnisey said it had “been a while,” but nevertheless was game and sang “Love Will Keep Us Alive.”  Amazing, he knew most of the words.

And then self remembered “The Heart of the Matter,” which always makes her want to weep or collapse into an insensate pile of self-pity, especially when Don Henley sings it:

I got the call today I didn’t wanna hear,
But I knew that it would come,
An old true friend of ours was talkin’ on the phone,
She said you Read the rest of this entry »

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