[BGmusic: Kodaline - High Hopes]
Quote for the day:
Music makes the people come together. Yeah.
Music mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
I haven’t updated in a while because my social calendar’s been unusually hectic. Now, however, it’s back to normal: I’m at home – totally alone, save for my dog – on a Saturday, and the world is in a state of complete peace and balance. Hello, blog! Hello, internet!
If you live in the Philippines, you’ve probably heard of the 7107 International Music Festival and the Malasimbo Music and Art Festival, or at least the former. Though I’ve wanted to go to Malasimbo since the first time I heard of it, I hadn’t planned on going to either festival this year since there was no way I could scrounge up enough money in time.
But my job has a funny way of getting on my good side when I’m this close to quitting, and I was given the opportunity to go to not just one, but both! Hurrah!
It would be easy to pit one festival against the other, but I’m not going to do that. Partly because my company was a media sponsor in the events so to do so would be bad taste, but mostly because I enjoyed myself in both.
The plan from the get-go was to go to 7107 with my brother, who is a huuuuge Red Hot Chili Peppers fan. I even begged for an extra ticket just so he could go. But – alas! – he suddenly remembered that he was going to climb Mt Pulag that very weekend. Thank goodness I had an old friend from Baguio who, when I asked her if she wanted to go, didn’t even bat an eyelash when she said yes.
What I loved about 7107 was the music. I know that seems like a no-brainer thing to say, but the talent – local and foreign – was tremendous, and it was such a privilege to be able to listen to these bands live. And outdoors at that, making it 500% better. It’s been too long since I’ve lain down on a picnic blanket, watching the clouds, and to add great live music to that experience was just… too much greatness. [Band discovery of the weekend: She's Only Sixteen.] It’s almost sad, thinking about it now. If only life could be that wonderful every day. Oh, and Red Hot Chili Peppers. RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS! AGH. GUH. CRY.
7107 wasn’t all wonderful feelings and sunshine, however. I’m not going to even try to go into the politics and bad press behind the event, but there, in the hallowed grounds of the Global Gateway Logistics City, I was introduced to the wonderful world of portalets.
I shall say no more.
I also have to say that a lot of the crowd was made up of spoiled kids who seemed to lack the basic social skills to go about the world without pissing everyone off. And, I know this sounds like a real sissy thing to say, my feet really hurt after hours of standing, so by the latter part of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ set, I was looking at my watch, praying for the end to come, because I honestly thought I was going to collapse. To be fair, the pain did go away when they came back for their encore, but after the fireworks (literal and figurative), the pain came rushing back, so when the crowd dispersed and I could finally sit down, I swear I almost heard my legs crying out in gratitude. What can I say, I’m old.
I know most of the crowd felt the same, judging from our staggering march to the exit. It was very Dawn of the Dead. Only a little sadder, because something great had just ended.
I was super excited for Malasimbo, but I didn’t think of going over the program before I left. Turns out they had several day activities prepared, including poi lessons, yoga classes, and a ukulele workshop. I didn’t even bother to bring my uke. Next year.
Because my officemates were busy/indisposed, I had two great guy friends to keep me company. I hadn’t hung out with an exclusively male group in a while, and it was nice to be reminded that underneath it all, we’re the same. Non-douche guys are so refreshing. I could have been hanging out with two of my girlfriends and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Except, perhaps, that hanging out with two guys was killing my game. My non-existent game.
Anyway, Malasimbo was everything I had hoped it to be. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the festival, it’s not just a music event – it has art, culture, the mountain, the sea… I honestly can’t think of anything they left out. The crowd was really laid-back, and it was great to just be able to really unwind and relax amidst so much beauty. My friends and I didn’t even make much of an effort to absorb the whole experience – we didn’t go to the day workshops [we opted to chill on the beach because we didn't have a car, and once we got to Mt Malasimbo, we were pretty much stuck in Mt Malasimbo] and didn’t stay for the afterparties [because we old] – yet I still left feeling that my soul was a little fuller.
Dear Malasimbo, I have fallen in love with you, and I hope to see you again soon.
P.S. I am a little sad because Imageshack, the image hosting site I’ve been using since college, isn’t free anymore. :< We had a real good thing going!