Fusion

It was indeed extraordinary, like the intersection of two opposing poles. One is viewed as the harmony between man and his environment to the old but too archaic for the young. The other is seen with disdain and utter smorgasbord of noise by the old but for the young it is the uniformity in chaos, the complete self expression against the do-this-do-that status quo. Pick your choice or choose your pick. It doesn't matter, as what i witnessed last Friday was the complete fusion to create a truly work of art! I'm talking about ROCKESTRA. Amid the blistering guitar riffs of Cambio, Sandwich, Twisted Halo and all come the wail of the violins. Amid the utter seriousness of the sympony, the nonconfirmity of the rockers sneek in, like a flower growing from a torn down building. It was the ultimate high, the one that will remind you that there are indeed more important things to concern yourself. If there is reawakening, there is discovery as well. Most patent is that almost all of the songs were unfamiliar to the ears. Getting old sometimes is as same as depraving yourself of some important things -- because of lack of (productive) time. Another is i truly appreciates the wails of the violins (thanks for Vivaldi for showing me the way!). In fact more than the riffs of the guitars, nor the beats of the drums! Getting old? Or getting wiser and appreciative?
After Rockestra, my wife and I proceeded to Bluewave where, surporise, surprise, Kitchi Nadal was playing her tunes. Think about double whammy turned upside down! Kitchie is spectacular as well. With the crowds -- including us -- in hypnotic state, she lifted us some more enough to touch heavens and forget all about the malaise of the world, your world, our world. Just like having orgasm. An added bonus -- I glanced upon Barbie among the crowds! It did not end there. When we came home, another blissful experience floated in the air, like the aroma of a fres brewed cofee. The details i will just keep to myself.
Friday night was indeed special.