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Seven Deadly Sins in Wearing Band Shirts


Music has indelible influences inked on the heart of it’s enthusiasts, band shirts and concert shirts are one of them.  For a loyal music fan, they are sacred.  There has been unwritten rules in wearing them that only true fans telepathically constructed amongst each other during concerts, shows and festivals.  If people stare at your band/concert shirt, it’s either you are wearing it right or you have just committed one of the deadly sins of wearing band shirts.

But first, definition of terms:

Concert shirts:  These shirts have a list of tours on the back and the name of the tour in front.

Band shirts:  Everything else that does not describe a concert shirt.

So here are the sins we all might be guilty of committing.

1.  Hey ho. Wearing a Ramones shirt is a no no.

Let’s face it, you wont reach the benchmark of cool that The Ramones have set.  Unless you have the credentials to do so, you don;t have the permission of the whole music community to wear them.  The same applies to Rolling Stones.  Unless you have the move like Jagger you are not allowed to wear the most iconic music tee of all time.

No. No. No.

2. Wearing the shirt. Not listening to the music.

One must at least know three albums of the band before you wear their shirt.

Although I’m guilty, at one occasion I wore an Alkaline Trio shirt, all because I sort of fall in love with the logo. In my defense though, Radio is one of the songs that get me through teenage years.

I once asked a guy wearing a Misfits shirt what’s his favorite Misfits song and he can’t even name one.   I could smell the ugly stench of music’s fake death.  I feel horrible.  I wanted to cry and give music an official funeral.

On the brighter side, if those posers are trying to kill the sanctity of music, there are kids out there who remains true to the traditions. But they just don’t wear their band shirts  in public anymore.

3.  Wearing the band shirt, to the band’s concert.

Alright. I wore an Incubus shirt to an Incubus concert. So? Most music fans don’t know this anyway.

Theory is, wearing a band shirt of the band that is actually playing is considered overkill of declaration of one’s fandom. It’s like you can shout it to the world without actually shouting it. Just being there, means you are a fan. Do not over glorify it. Or purists will kill you.

4.  Wearing the concert shirt, the day after the concert.

Because it would only mean that you did not wash it.

One is allowed to wear a concert shirt eight years after the concert, otherwise, just let it sit and gather dust in the corner of your dresser first.  The more vintage the shirt, the more “stick to the rules” it gets.

However, when you wear a Shea Stadium Beatles concert shirt, make sure you went to that show.  Which I actually did not, I was born three decades after.

Now, this you can wear.

5.  Wearing a Straylight Run shirt to a Taking Back Sunday concert.

Obviously because those guys had a little feud for sharing two members.

You can’t wear a band shirt of a members side project. Do not wear a Velvet Revolver shirt to a Guns n’ Roses or Stone Temple Pilot show.  Never wear a Jane’s Addiction shirt to a Red Hot Chili Pepper s’ show.  You get the jist.

6.  Wearing your brothers concert/band shirt.

This applies if your brother is listening to Slayer and you are into All Time Low.  In the Venn diagrams of musical genre, this two are Mercury and Pluto away from each other.  So no.

Wearing YOUR band’s band shirt.

Now, what did we say again about overglorification? Most metal bands are fund of doing this which unwittingly giving them away as pretentious fans but in all metalheads defense that’s what made them metal, the fact that they loudly proclaim everything that they stood for.

Aside from the aforementioned fact, no one wears th shirt of their own band.  Because really they just don’t.

If you see Mick Jagger wearing a Rolling Stones shirt, you can get back to me and I’ll have this erased on this blog.

Alright.  We all have been warned. So go get your band/concert shirts and wear them correctly.

Tanduay Circle of Five 2011: Rock n’ Roll in the Rain


Let me open this concert review by saying Jomal Linao is the coolest dude on the planet.  And if you care-like people seldom do- read on to know why.

Initially don’t have any plans of attending this concert. For the most part, it has the reputation of slightly tolerable violence and intentional mishaps. Anything could go high on the chaos level when you put rock bands and liquor together. And to make it more exciting, Iloilo City added a little ingredient to that mix – pouring rain.

Two days before the event my friend James begged me to go since his all time favorite band Parokya ni Edgar is set to perform. I-being a good friend that I am- tweeted Chito Miranda if we could steal a chance of getting a photo with him and Vinci. That is actually on James’ bucket list. When Chito replied “no prob” I jumped and down like a total idiot and decided to go without even having a clue where to score a ticket.

Eventually, my friend Raizza got me her spare ticket and we excitedly arrived at the venue an hour before the concert. It was my first time to attend a huge and celebrated concert. There were booths everywhere, towering Tanduay balloons and just about other marketing stuff you see in a concert. They are milking whatever exposure they can get in exchange of the free admission. The only band I came there to see is Wolfgang as I havent seen them live before. By the time that I am already old enough to be permitted to stay out of the house and watch a concert, they were already on a hiatus.

We were standing and admiring the set when heavy rain suddenly poured and dampen the excitement of the crowd that was slowly building up. We took shelter on a Pony tents along with long-haired guys on black heavy metal shirts. Other people hung out on the Tanduay booth holding plastic cups of gin, rum and rain water. One would only think that this concert is going to be an epic fail as Axl Rose’s Rock in Rio performance.

When Wolfgang started half of the audience were already seating on the bleachers, a basketball court away from the football field where the stage was put up. But you have to admire the passion of the die-hard Wolfgang fans who stayed in front of the stage and waited for the band to come out. Maybe they thought, they never expected to see Wolfgang on stage again. And who knows this might be the last. Knock on wood. And when Basti Artadi and his gang took the stage, the crowd howled in excitement. It was pure display of passionate fandom. From above, on the dry bleacher where I sat, I could see the crowd simultaneously jumping. It was magical.

Chicosci was pretty much a bummer. Miggy Chavez just ruined the whole thing with his uncool potty mouth, obscure song segues and plain lousy singing that sounded like screaming actually. If I was close to the stage I could’ve bottled that guy straight to his forehead. Or maybe he’s face is just so cute to be assaulted. But still the crowd-at least on the bleachers-had fun hating him, which was fine. Fun is still fun. Also, we need a petition to urge them to go back to making metal music.

In summation, Sandwich‘s performance is just like any other concert you’ve seen. It never left the boundary of being entertaining, to especially entertaining. Raymund Marasigan sure was a voice live but the thing that made a connection to the crowd was his dialect knowledge. He could talk to the crowd in Ilonggo which amused the whole crowd (including me)and somehow made them felt valued (not including me). Sandwich songs are mainly built of instrumentation and lyrics that stimulates motion, well the crowd did exactly what the song told them to do. They clapped, jumped, sung like they are one person. Raymund has that ability, to control the crowd.

Name the opm band with the most fans, I bet you would think of Parokya ni Edgar faster than the shortest note could possibly last. Well, they have more than two decades worth of fans transcending the generations who have undergone numerous music trends. They have the Harana fans, the Gulong Itlog Gulong fans, the Mr. Suave fans and of course there are fans like James. The power of Parokya’s music is when someone sings it, you’ll find yourself singing along with him/her. Imagine 3,000 crowd singing along in unison. Yes, yes, show.

Kamikazee closed the show and the whole year worth of touring with songs that I couldn’t remember. I was already at the backstage, cups of Tanduay mix in one hand and a plate of sisig on the other. How we ended up at the VIP are was rather a not exciting story.

The backstage could only be summarized by madness and mudness. My beloved Converses were trustworthy in keeping my feet dry despite the crazy amount of mud it was soaked in. I now understand why people wear them on concerts. By the way, just a little mud trivia, did you know that ‘grunge’ was named after the mud that sticks on people boots during damp seasons? It is pretty grungy in Seattle and so is in Iloilo. Along with the heavy downpour, the drinks flooded and the buffet table was a feast. It was all for free. It was all mad, in a good way.

So now you wanna know why Jomal Linao is the coolest dude on the planet? Here.

And as for Chito Miranda here’s the only photo we got of him.

There were other things that happened that I couldn’t recall though I am writing this when I got home. Some things I can recall but I choose not to tell. Yes, I want to keep this real, but rock n’ roll has a sanctity that is unbreakable. What happened in a rock concert stays in a rock concert. You only tell the people the “how” of the excitement and not the “why”. I’ve been to a lot of concerts and gigs, both international and local bands but none of them made me see what I previously heard about rock n’roll.

PS: This is another overdue review and I personally blame you James.

The Rough Drive to Incubus Live in Manila 2011


How far will you go for your favorite band?

Your answer to that question wont matter.  I bet you a ticket for the next Incubus Live in Manila concert.  When you find yourself in the situation that question wont even cross your mind.

It is safe to say that Incubus is one of my top one favorite bands, along with Nirvana and The Beatles (both stand no chance of touring).  I grew up along with their sound.  When they were nu metal, I loved loud music.  When they were funk, I was tasting other kinds of music.  When they were singing about positivity I was trying to make myself.  Their songs are a huge part of my existential evolution.

I first heard about their If Not Now, When? tour from a friend. Without confirming it on their website, I am already set to attend.

The first and the major bump on the road is the road itself.  Iloilo City is a fourty five minute plane ride away from Manila.  I was jobless and of course pennyless too.  We have to book a hotel room and we cant just starve in a city so overwhelmingly different from home.  Despite all of these, the journey to the Incubus concert is definitely going to happen.  Even Rapture has to be rescheduled to make way for us.

By the end of April we already have an iterinary.  It took us three months of preparation.  We even had to upgrade tickets since General Admission were already sold out just three weeks after availability.

My boring days are suddenly filled with excitement.  Every time I hear an Incubus song, I imagine myself jumping along to the Araneta Colliseum crowd.  I was seeing the sun that was invisible to others.

Two days before the concert, the weather was evil.  We were expected to land in Manila along with a superstorm.  Think fiction movies with plane slicing a dark sky, cruising past the lightning and dancing along to thunders.  It is almost like suicide.  But the airline thinks they are angels, so they rescheduled the flight, an hour before the concert.

We have to gamble and hope for the best.  The adrenaline rush has killed my humanly fears.  Plus, I have discovered the secret to flying during a bad weather, meditation.

It was a huge, “If Not Now, When?” moment.

We were able to land safely in Manila but we have to travel an hour to get to the venue.  We took the fastest route, but halfway thru the ride the train went to a halt because of power outage.  Our next option was a taxi ride, the problem is we dont know where the nearest taxi bay is.  We were running late, badly.  I could wish on a star, but there was none on the building covered sky. I was already frustrated and ready to give up.

It was the most heart breaking taxi ride I have ever experienced. The what ifs in my mind were frustrating. It was like the universe conspired against us.

When we arrived at the Araneta Colliseum, the crowd was more of screaming than singing. I saw Brandon Boyd,  Mike Einzinger,  Ben Kenny, DJ Killmore and Jose Pasillas on the stage.  Suddenly, the hardships evaporated.

Brandon vowed and kneeled at the end, it was as if he knew what we just went through.