While the dying embers of the Bonfires for Peace in the Conspiracy Café’s garden is mournfully crackling in the background, the fingerboard of Joey Ayala’s Taylor guitar is made aflame by Boy Dylan’s riffs and twangs. Boy Dominguez is on stage with his trademark harmonicas and rendition of Robert Zimmerman hits.
You are prevented from believing you are in the seventies, in the Folk House, only by the absence of room-filling smoke from the flower-loving habitués. Being thrown back in time is good vibration...groooooovy, as what my generation would quip.
Retros, golden oldies…most boomers know it by heart. This night however, gen-xers in the audience surprised me by singing along with correct lyrics to mellow Beatle songs rendered by Joey Ayala, Babes Alejo and Boy D. And even if the playful Joey carried us to Porter, Brothers Four, Platters, Jim Morrison, etc, they plodded on really well. No generation gap there. Pastiche of Queens, Doors, Cole Porter, Beatles, Animals, Donovan Leitch, Eric Clapton, back to more obscure Beatles (Joey seems to be enjoying testing the limit of his audience’s familiarity with the favfour’s rarely played songs), James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, Simon and Garfunkel, and more than my pilsen-addled brain can remember, filled up the room. Buoyed up by the audience response, Joey let go his by now classic Lailailailai repertoire: medley of Simon and Garfunkel’s The Boxer, Mary Hopkin’s Those were the days, America’s ?, Trini Lopez’s ?, can’t recall anymore and I’m not blaming Alzheimer here. A real virtuoso, this Joey.
Without the stacked up beer cases with empty bottles waiting for us to pile another case with empty bottles in the background, I am properly oriented that this is real time, not a virtual memory of an Annapolis, Cubao bungalow in the 70s. Not since my Jingle Clan days did I jam with such accomplished musicians. Practically all contemporary musician of note visited this bungalow. And memories retrocede to Rox Lee, Ludwig Ilio, Dengcoy Miel, Noli Vilar, Dave Ogan, Ogie Tupas, Bert, Ben, Nes, Red, Hexel Hernando, the Guillermo brothers, the Jamir brothers, Ces Rodriguez, Penny, Nini Valera de Ungria, Eric Gamalinda, Juaniyo Arcellana, Eric Caruncho…Jingle Clan all.
Last night’s wine was fine. Embed in my mind in eternal loop this night. Noted.
You are prevented from believing you are in the seventies, in the Folk House, only by the absence of room-filling smoke from the flower-loving habitués. Being thrown back in time is good vibration...groooooovy, as what my generation would quip.
Retros, golden oldies…most boomers know it by heart. This night however, gen-xers in the audience surprised me by singing along with correct lyrics to mellow Beatle songs rendered by Joey Ayala, Babes Alejo and Boy D. And even if the playful Joey carried us to Porter, Brothers Four, Platters, Jim Morrison, etc, they plodded on really well. No generation gap there. Pastiche of Queens, Doors, Cole Porter, Beatles, Animals, Donovan Leitch, Eric Clapton, back to more obscure Beatles (Joey seems to be enjoying testing the limit of his audience’s familiarity with the favfour’s rarely played songs), James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, Simon and Garfunkel, and more than my pilsen-addled brain can remember, filled up the room. Buoyed up by the audience response, Joey let go his by now classic Lailailailai repertoire: medley of Simon and Garfunkel’s The Boxer, Mary Hopkin’s Those were the days, America’s ?, Trini Lopez’s ?, can’t recall anymore and I’m not blaming Alzheimer here. A real virtuoso, this Joey.
Without the stacked up beer cases with empty bottles waiting for us to pile another case with empty bottles in the background, I am properly oriented that this is real time, not a virtual memory of an Annapolis, Cubao bungalow in the 70s. Not since my Jingle Clan days did I jam with such accomplished musicians. Practically all contemporary musician of note visited this bungalow. And memories retrocede to Rox Lee, Ludwig Ilio, Dengcoy Miel, Noli Vilar, Dave Ogan, Ogie Tupas, Bert, Ben, Nes, Red, Hexel Hernando, the Guillermo brothers, the Jamir brothers, Ces Rodriguez, Penny, Nini Valera de Ungria, Eric Gamalinda, Juaniyo Arcellana, Eric Caruncho…Jingle Clan all.
Last night’s wine was fine. Embed in my mind in eternal loop this night. Noted.
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