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Franco Reyes is an intriguing musician. His music seems like a remnant of the 90's thrown in with hints of previous eras making it ear-friendly to a varied type of listeners. So when Sneeze had a chance to drive him to the port for his Bacolod gig, we let him and his road manager step into the backseat of our office.
So I got to talk to one of my favorite musicians. I tried to be normal but it was damn hard. Me and my friends run a local zine where we talk about things that we all like, well mostly things that we don't like (and we finally got a blog! yaay). It is an eight year old zine but I only got to join them last year. Cool bunch. I felt cool by association. Anyway, Franco Reyes visited to rock the opening of 55 Tinta in Iloilo. It was one of the loudest gigs I have attended, probably because of the mixed genre of artist who performed. Franco also had a gig n Bacolod that week and we offered to drive him to the port. We had to pretend that we are not setting him up for an interview but I guess famous musicians are prepared for that habitual "we'll be your ride but we are not telling you that we will ambush interview you". So we took the farthest route possible and eventually ran out of questions to ask him. I personally have prepared a lot of questions but they all mentally escaped me when I closed the backseat door. My problem when I talk is thinking about what to say next, my mouth goes blank along with my mind. Plus, I worry about my accent(play the audio file for a horrendous example). Many jokes where conjured because of my accent. To my horror, Franco also has a more distinct accent. Overall, it went quite awkward, as expected. The bottomline is I get to talk to one of the most mysterious musicians in the Philippines, at a back of a jam-packed car in a rainy afternoon. You can tell this to my thirteen year old self who was watching Almost Famous.
“Hi,” she said,
Oh how low I felt,
“Hi,” I said,
And you tapped my head,
Your hand was heavy,
Her smile was sunny,
I sank on my seat,
Like it was a safety net,
My coffee has gone colder,
It tasted so bitter,
My smile was crude,
She leaned on you,
Parking lot was a better view,
Here comes the rain,
She asked you what’s my name,
I laughed so hard,
But I was raising my brow.
*I made this poem previously.
**I also made that mixtape cover and this playlist but 8tracks won’t set it public.