the end has no end
The SONA is over! Over! I survived 13 hours wearing three-inch heels! I think I deserve a pat on the back, oh yes I do.
Just for future reference, or something to tell the grandkids:
Remember, Jam, you covered President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo’s 8th SONA on July 28, 2008. You had a pretty nice time at the newly jazzed-up Batasan Pambansa where the beat reporters were really nice. Toni, who was covering for the Collegian, saw you and you young people stuck together. You were 21 then. You chased senators and other politicians. Manny Villar smiled at you when you asked your question. You shook Raul Gonzalez’s hand, which, when you thought about it later, was a tad too formal. You were impressed with Miriam Defensor-Santiago’s outfit, a shimmering pink gown. You met more people. You lasted from 9:30 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. In three inch heels. You rocked.
There. Now that we’re done with that, let’s go back to regular programming.
Let me just say that The Strokes helped me get through all the stress. It may sound crazy, but listening to their first two albums (“Is This It” and “Room on Fire”) always livens me up. I love their music to death; I would fly off to any country if I had the money just to catch them live. This is love. Love, I tell you.
They should make a new album already. And I think Julian should regain full creative control, because he let the others write songs in the third album and half of it pretty much reeked. Also, Albert Hammond Jr ought to spend more time with the band and less with with Agyness Deyn. She is so over *bitter*.
Anyway, check out these videos:
The Strokes playing “New York City Cops,” when suddenly Jack White barges into the stage and does the wicked guitar solo. Julian falls on the floor, partly because he is floored by Jack’s appearance and partly because he is too drunk to stand upright. At least that’s how I interpreted it. Just for the record, JI also love The White Stripes and The Raconteurs. Jack is a genius, he can play everything, even a marimba. I didn’t even know what a marimba was until I learned he could play it. Anyway, the video:
The Strokes performing “Juicebox” with Eddie Vedder at the 100th anniversary of RollingStone, or something. The video and audio’s bad. But I’m embedding it here, just because.
My little (former) secret is that I like it when people call me on my cellphone because my ringtone is “Mercy Mercy Me,” a The Strokes + Eddie Vedder cover of the Marvin Gaye classic. I recorded it with my crappy cellphone–which reminds me, I really ought to buy a new one.
And that is enough raving for the day.
