When I first got wind of news that the September issue of Esquire Philippines will feature the greatest band in the history of OPM on the cover and will include two new tracks especially commissioned for the 'zine, only one thought registered clearly and loudly in my mind: I MUST HAVE A COPY.
Esquire's Facebook page said the issue won't be out in newsstands and bookstores until September 4, but I still wanted to take my chances. Good thing Iam lazy believe in the power of asking, as I called bookstores in Makati first to ask if they already have copies and promptly found out they don't have them yet. The nice saleslady in National Bookstore - Greenbelt 1 asked if I would like to have a copy reserved, and of course I said yes.
On Friday, September 5, as my officemates and I were in the van on our way back to the office after a client meeting, I received a text message from the nice saleslady saying my copy is ready for pickup and if I can please get it the same day as copies are limited and a lot of people have been asking for it. I wanted to fly to Greenbelt 1! When I got there, there was a long line in the Customer Service counter with people either asking for their reserved copies or asking to be put on the reservations list. My heart swelled and sang and I felt a different kind of kinship with these strangers. ˳/(˘ε ˘)♬♪♫
I could swear my fingers tingled and my heart skipped a beat when I touched my copy for the first time.
I just love the smell of new magazines. It's something I have forgotten as I stopped buying Candy and Cosmopolitan over the years, but I was reminded when I unsealed my new Esquire from its plastic packaging.
I wasn't able to leaf through its pages as I was busy the whole day and I wanted to prolong the thrill and excitement for a little bit longer so I delayed reading the magazine until today.
It's easy to get lost in nostalgia and just lap up anything about the Eraserheads because why the hell not? They're the Eraserheads, dammit! but Esquire's EIC Erwin Romulo's companion piece together with Jake Verzosa's photos from the Eheads' London tour was a great read. It chronicled the band's growth and how they have matured through the years not only in their music but also in their roles as doting fathers to their kids. I know a bit about the UK having worked for British customers for more than five years and being inherently interested about the British culture, but Romulo's article made me feel like I was also there, touring with the band and walking the streets of London with them.
It was also not all about the band. Romulo's article also talked about his friends, his failed marriage, and his own memories of London, both happy and heartbreaking. It's a very personal take on something as big as the four members of the Eraserheads coming together for a tour, which I appreciated.
And while we're at it, Sabado, 1995 which is a short story by Luis Katigbak is also worth a mention. Beautiful, poignant, and eloquent, it accurately describes what every Eraserheads fan who grew up with their music can relate to.
Music is so powerful in that it has the power to transport us through time. I've been listening to Sabado and 1995 all weekend and it feels like the '90s came and claimed me back.
Oh how I loved those years. I mean, I wish I knew how to groom my brows, I wish I chose better frames for my glasses, and I wish I knew better than to like this guy in high school BUT MAN DID I LOVE THOSE YEARS.
I was in Grade 1 when the Eraserheads released Ultraelectromagneticpop! I grew up with their music and their songs easily comprised the perfect soundtrack to whatever phase I was going through. At that time, for me at least, a mixtape is not complete unless there's at least one Eheads song in it. Even now, roadtrips aren't complete without Pare Ko, Toyang, Ligaya, Alapaap, Spoliarium, With a Smile, Ang Huling El Bimbo, Torpedo, Overdrive, Huwag Mo Nang Itanong, and Para sa Masa. Meanwhile, my favorite Eheads song remain to be Kailan. I am not a masochist, but there's just something about that song that breaks my heart a little bit every time I hear it.
Marcus, Buddy, Raimund, and Ely may not be best friends with one another, but they do make magic together. I mean, I love Parokya ni Edgar and I know there's no need to compare, but I can't deny that the Eraserheads could very well be the best OPM band of all time. I still remember The Eraserheads Live! The Final Set like it happened yesterday; I've been to a lot of concerts, but hearing them play live is one of the most unforgettable moments of my life.
Thank you for being a part of my personal history, Eraserheads.
Esquire's Facebook page said the issue won't be out in newsstands and bookstores until September 4, but I still wanted to take my chances. Good thing I
On Friday, September 5, as my officemates and I were in the van on our way back to the office after a client meeting, I received a text message from the nice saleslady saying my copy is ready for pickup and if I can please get it the same day as copies are limited and a lot of people have been asking for it. I wanted to fly to Greenbelt 1! When I got there, there was a long line in the Customer Service counter with people either asking for their reserved copies or asking to be put on the reservations list. My heart swelled and sang and I felt a different kind of kinship with these strangers. ˳/(˘ε ˘)♬♪♫
I could swear my fingers tingled and my heart skipped a beat when I touched my copy for the first time.
I just love the smell of new magazines. It's something I have forgotten as I stopped buying Candy and Cosmopolitan over the years, but I was reminded when I unsealed my new Esquire from its plastic packaging.
I wasn't able to leaf through its pages as I was busy the whole day and I wanted to prolong the thrill and excitement for a little bit longer so I delayed reading the magazine until today.
It's easy to get lost in nostalgia and just lap up anything about the Eraserheads because why the hell not? They're the Eraserheads, dammit! but Esquire's EIC Erwin Romulo's companion piece together with Jake Verzosa's photos from the Eheads' London tour was a great read. It chronicled the band's growth and how they have matured through the years not only in their music but also in their roles as doting fathers to their kids. I know a bit about the UK having worked for British customers for more than five years and being inherently interested about the British culture, but Romulo's article made me feel like I was also there, touring with the band and walking the streets of London with them.
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| The Eraserheads, standing there like they don't even realize their impact on our lives. |
And while we're at it, Sabado, 1995 which is a short story by Luis Katigbak is also worth a mention. Beautiful, poignant, and eloquent, it accurately describes what every Eraserheads fan who grew up with their music can relate to.
Music is so powerful in that it has the power to transport us through time. I've been listening to Sabado and 1995 all weekend and it feels like the '90s came and claimed me back.
Oh how I loved those years. I mean, I wish I knew how to groom my brows, I wish I chose better frames for my glasses, and I wish I knew better than to like this guy in high school BUT MAN DID I LOVE THOSE YEARS.
I was in Grade 1 when the Eraserheads released Ultraelectromagneticpop! I grew up with their music and their songs easily comprised the perfect soundtrack to whatever phase I was going through. At that time, for me at least, a mixtape is not complete unless there's at least one Eheads song in it. Even now, roadtrips aren't complete without Pare Ko, Toyang, Ligaya, Alapaap, Spoliarium, With a Smile, Ang Huling El Bimbo, Torpedo, Overdrive, Huwag Mo Nang Itanong, and Para sa Masa. Meanwhile, my favorite Eheads song remain to be Kailan. I am not a masochist, but there's just something about that song that breaks my heart a little bit every time I hear it.
Marcus, Buddy, Raimund, and Ely may not be best friends with one another, but they do make magic together. I mean, I love Parokya ni Edgar and I know there's no need to compare, but I can't deny that the Eraserheads could very well be the best OPM band of all time. I still remember The Eraserheads Live! The Final Set like it happened yesterday; I've been to a lot of concerts, but hearing them play live is one of the most unforgettable moments of my life.
Thank you for being a part of my personal history, Eraserheads.
😊 your excitement's contagious!
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