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Legendary 90s rock band Mr. Big was incredibly thrilled to FINALLY meet Manila’s resident Rated-R Superstar, MDJ, at the VIP Meet & Greet in Singapore last October 18th. Confided Billy Sheehan to CNN.com immediately afterwards, “It was like… coming home.”

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In an unparalleled act of graciousness, MDJ Superstar condescended to bestow upon the aging rock icons personalized sketches of each one demonstrating their respective musical talents.

Eric Martin was floored by the MDJ original piece of artwork highlighting his famous cheekbones, hair plugs, and cherry-red collagen pout.

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Billy Sheehan was rendered speechless by the intense, brooding likeness MDJ put down on paper of him clutching his famous Fender bass guitar.

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Paul Gilbert was in a mild sweat and later described the sensation of his pants tightening, as he reveled in the sketch of him that the rest of Mr. Big described as making him look “like an older Captain Jack Sparrow… only sexier.”

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Pat Torpey reportedly experienced mild palpitations, and was advised by the physician on hand to refrain from strenuous activities over the next two weeks, all from the thrill of seeing himself sketched in a manner that was reminiscent of The Terminator.

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Motivated by such enthralling presents from the famed MDJ Superstar, the band proceeded to put on a spectacular 2 1/2 hour show featuring such trademark Mr. Big hits as “Green-Tinted 60s Mind,” “Just Take My Heart,” “Addicted To The Rush,” as well as covers of AC/DC’s hard-rocking anthem “Highway To Hell,” and Deep Purple’s classic “Smoke On The Water.”

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In an attempt to reciprocate the supreme generosity demonstrated by The Superstar, the band offered MDJ $25,000 and a 2-hour romp with their drunk Venezuelan groupies. MDJ Superstar, however, politely declined.

“Generosity,” he gently remonstrated the band, “is its own reward.”

All photographs courtesy of LAMC Productions.

When we were growing up, you taught us that every color, every hue is represented in me and you.
In the crazy, fragmented, post-EDSA years, you helped us realize that we needed to make a stand and ask for the truly good things in life. Simpleng buhay. Sariwang hangin. Kapayapaan. Kaibigan. Kalikasan.

At a time when we all wanted to be fair-skinned, fair-haired, blue-eyed, living First World sins in a First World country, you reminded us that we are all kababayan with a race, a color, a heritage worth being proud about.
You taught us that fifty stars in spangles and stripes can never shine as brightly or as proudly as three stars and the sun.

Some will miss you, some will cry.
Some will fall as you wave goodbye.
Some will rap as they raise a toast.
Some had some, but you shared the most.

Enjoy your final resting place, kababayan. You are finally, truly, and genuinely Free.

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I love love love holding a piece of paper (well, in this case, two pieces of paper) with the letters “VIP” on them.

Especially when that said piece of paper happens to be a ticket to round 2 of the Eraserheads reunion concert.

Can’t wait to break out my gusgusin Chucks and a ratty black t-shirt this weekend! Am already practicing to make sure I enunciate “DIBA, TANGINA” with the utmost dignity and composure.

Ely, you better not get another fucking heart attack this time. I will fucking Batista Bomb you if you mess up again…

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MDJ Superstar had nothing to do on Friday night, and agreed to chaperone the hardcore couple of Rina (who looks surprisingly demure in pictures, as compared to real life) & Nonoy (who remains to be the only man I know who I can converse with on what the fastest ever Wrestlemania match was, the awesome appeal of Barry Horowitz, and Tito Santana’s pre-flying forearm finishing move).

We ended up going to the Kjwan “13 Seconds to Love” launch at A.Venue.

Lots of pretty fireworks. It felt very Audioslave.

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Not immediately obvious in this particular picture is the audience drooling over Marc Abaya’s sweat-stained shirt, and Boogie Romero’s rockin’ chaleco ensemble. This is perhaps the first ever rakrakan gig I’ve been to where there was a legit split of 50:50 between dudes and chicks.

(I think Kjwan should officially be included in the genre of Pogi Rock. Although I think Jorel would punch anyone in the mouth if they even suggested that. Champ Lui-Pio = teh ghey. Kjwan = tigas!)

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Rina and Nonoy sharing a tender moment. You can draw two conclusions from this picture:

  1. Nonoy is tall
  2. Rina is short

 

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Was a surprisingly decent event, and the free red wine, Jaeger shots, and lamb kebabs (amazing concert food, if you ask me, catered by Dusit Thani) made it worth the trip.

Another fantabulous event by Mrs. Mitch So and her gang over at Nokia Philippines. Buy lots and lots of Nokia! They rule! They make pretty phones! The awesome cellphone seen in The Dark Knight was the Nokia 5800 Music Express, available now at all authorized Nokia dealers now! Buy now! Spend! XOXO!

I am having a very painful internal debate in my heart.

I cannot pinpoint who among the following is my absolute all-time favorite band of all time.

  1. Guns n’ Roses – These guys made me want to pick up the guitar, and “Welcome to the Jungle” is, in my opinion, the all-time greatest rock song of all time, next only to AC/DC’s “Back in Black”. Plus, what geeky, pimply nerd did not think that Slash’s ability to play the intro riff to “Sweet Child o’ Mine” with his guitar raised behind his head was the most kick-ass thing of 1993?
  2. Radiohead – To date, they’re the only band that can make even the angriest (i.e. “Karma Police”) or saddest (“Fake Plastic Trees”) of songs so sweepingly beautiful? Thom Yorke is a fucking God, in my opinion – if only he wasn’t so goddamn butt-ugly.
  3. The Killers – Their very existence on this list hinges exclusively on one song, “Mr. Brightside”, which was the only song I listened to in the one year or so in between girlfriends that I was single. That makes it one fucking gorgeous song, and the only hit they ever have to have in my life. They could do a rock cover of “Row Row Row Your Boat” and I’d still think they rock.
  4. Mr. Big – “Green-Tinted 60s Mind”. “Take Cover”. “Nothing But Love”. “Just Take My Heart”. “To Be With You”. “Shine”. “Superfantastic”. “Shine”. This is probably the most virtuoso band to make a lasting pop cultural impact (sorry, but Dream Theater, Phish, Van Halen, and the various Vai/Satriani band incarnations don’t count… they’re all strictly niche, in my mind). That’s what you get for having Billy Sheehan AND Paul Gilbert in the same band. Also, Eric Martin is pogi.
  5. The Backstreet Boys – Hardcore. Heart-felt. Pure emotion. Howie-D. Really, no band made a bigger mass impression during the A-boy 1995-1999 years than good old BSB. If you didn’t love “Quit Playing Games”, you were a fucking queer.

MDJ Superstar has horrible taste in music, but at least he’s honest…

 

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