Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Anybody who’s been here before knows that I have a huge crush on Lea Salonga since way back and you can certainly label me as a certified fanatic of the singer- actress. Ha-ha.
Yes, folks all you have to do is search my archives here and you’ll know what I mean. And I do travel near and far just to watch her perform, too.
So, indulge me once again as I share with you this snippet of her performance at the taping of The Sharon Cuneta Show which ABS- CBN will air on Sunday, May 18, 2008.
--I've recently updated my other blogs/sites under the Perfect Circle category. You can visit them if you have time to spare. It's no big deal really but to quote my dear old Forrest, "It's like a box of chocolates...You never know what you gonna get!" :)
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Here's a blast from the past...
Summer in New York City and the heat was just unbearable. And yet we were out walking the streets and avenues, doing our own version of the Theater Tour in Broadway’s Theater District when we decided to take a breather near the historic Ziegfeld Theater at the intersection between 54th Street and 6th Avenue (a.k.a. Avenue of the Americas since 1945 but Mayor La Guardia’s ploy did not catch up with New Yorkers. Hence, 6th Avenue is still 6th Avenue until now).
It was one of those days that can easily classify as a Dog Day Afternoon (No, I am not about to do a stunt ala Al Pacino in that Sidney Lumet film although I am tempted to shout “Attica!” in the midst of this August heat) and a bottle of Gatorade chased by cold water from a Dasani bottle did not help that much to quench our thirst and ignore the heat.
We have been walking since 9 o’ clock in the morning from our not-so- comfy room at the Skyline Hotel, a three- star structure located at Hell’s Kitchen in West Manhattan.
To the uninitiated, Hell’s Kitchen is where the Sharks and the Jets once hold court as well as where Tony and Maria immortalized Somewhere in Leonard Bernstein’s West Side Story (Ok, Arthur Laurents penned the book and Stephen Sondheim wrote the lyrics) and is now also known as Clinton (yes, you can bet your bottom dollar that it was because of Bill moving in the neighborhood) or simply Midtown West to New Yorkers.
Then while sitting in one of the empty benches, my eyes wandered around the area which by the way is a normal thing for this wide- eyed wanderer (sorry, Sir Elton, gotta borrow the lines somehow) and caught the billboards of the theater where The Great Raid movie was being advertised and saw a picture of Cesar Montano in one of those glass- enclosed casings.
Now, what is the chance that it will ever happen again in that hallowed place in Midtown Manhattan wherein a fellow Pinoy’s picture was prominently displayed in that prestigious and historic building where Broadway Musicals like Kismet, Showboat and of course, the Ziegfeld Follies just to name a few once called home? Nil, Nada, Zip, I guess.
So, we did what every normal tourist in the Big Apple was expected to do-- point and shoot, point and shoot until we decided that it was time to continue with our adventure under the hot afternoon sun.
Then in the corner of my eye I caught a very long and winding line of tourists and New Yorkers alike queuing towards the door of a building which turned out to be the Museum of Modern Art on 53rd street between 5th and 6th Avenues.
Our curiosities picked, we decided (again!) to follow our instinct as well, and we fell in line just like the rest and found out that the museum entrance fee of $20 was waived for the day courtesy of Target, the department store chain.
Now, we were actually planning to visit the museum the next day but only a fool will pass this kind of opportunity not only that it was free (and there’s no such thing as free without strings attached in America nowadays) but because it was the MoMA, people!
I’ve visited a lot of Museums in the past and this was the first time that I have seen such a place crawling with noisy and boisterous people far from the usual reserved crowd that I have encountered. There was chaos as hordes of eager- beavers flocked into one gallery after another while posing for pictures beside or in front of masterpieces for posterity under the watchful eyes of worried security people.
We bided our time and did the same thing when the crowd moved to another place to explore while we decided to do it on our own phase and leisurely scour the museum and enjoy the beautiful paintings. We soaked every thing and were lost in the moment as we were re- acquainted with the works by artists that we have only seen in books, posters and magazines before.
So, we marveled at the unique style of abstract expressionism by Jackson Pollock as we tried to decipher the complexity of his brain in his paintings especially the huge One: Number 31. 1950.
We were in awe at Vincent Van Gogh’s The Starry Night and its day time companion The Olive Trees and as if I could hear him saying just as his words came out flowing like in his letter to his brother Theo on how the painting was conceived, “This morning I saw the country from my window a long time before sunrise, with nothing but the morning star, which looked very big.”
Now, I can’t fault the singer- songwriter Don McLean for paying homage to him in his song Vincent wherein the song and the songwriter were in turn credited for influencing the Roberta Flack’s song Killing Me Softly. Urban legend or not, it was still a good story.
Claude Monet’s Reflection of Clouds on the Water- Lily Pond was a testament to the French Impressionist’s keen sense and perception of nature’s unequal beauty. I also saw his Gladioli at the Detroit Institute of Arts years back and to say that I was quite impressed is an understatement. He was simply one of the best impressionists in my book.
The imaginative mind of the Spanish surrealist Salvador Dali was highly evident in The Persistence of Memory (his most famous works) and Illumined Pleasures while Paul Gauguin depicted Tahitian life in the late 1800s to early 1900s in his paintings. He professed his love for the island and its people by living there until his death. It was ironic that he died of syphilis, but it just probably mirrors how the artist a proponent of “Synthetism” lived his live there.
Of course a visit at the MoMA was not complete without mentioning Señor Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Martyr Patricio Clito Ruiz y Picasso or maybe we should spare ourselves from the tongue- twister and let’s just call him Pablo Picasso for short.
Together with Georges Braque they pioneered Cubism in the 20th century and looking into one of his masterpieces that depict the five prostitutes in a brothel, Les Demoiselles d’Avignon gave us a glimpse of his genius and we can completely understand why he revolutionized the art world back in the day. Now, if only I can afford to visit the Museo Reina Sofia in Madrid to see his other masterpiece, Guernica. I’ll gladly do it in a heartbeat.
Our eyes further feasted on the wide array of priceless artworks from gallery to gallery-- Andy Warhol, Willem de Kooning, Paul Cézanne, Marc Chagall, Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, Georgia O’ Keefe, Edvard Munch, Henri Matisse, Joan Miró, Constantin Brancusi…
And the list was endless and we were having a good time.
Oh by the way, did I mention that our visit also coincided with a major exhibition entitled the Pioneering Modern Painting: Cézanne and Pissarro 1865- 1885? It gave us a deeper look on the parallel artistic relationships between the two impressionist giants.
I don’t know how long we were inside the museum but time passes without you noticing it especially when you were in some sort of a time warp; lost in the sea of the art world’s most beautiful creations.
But all good things must come to an end, in this case in the form of a cell phone vibrating inside my pocket. The call was from an old friend who’s been living in New York for the last ten years and who has never been to the MoMA even though she works in Manhattan and lives in Queens. She asked us to meet her at the Toys “R” Us Times Square to catch up on things and have a dinner at the nearby McDonalds before she retires for the night.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
On May 9, 2008, Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) will be airing a documentary entitled-
Little Manila: Filipinos in California's Heartland
So, if you live in North America, check your local PBS TV Schedule for details.
Here's a brief synopsis of the documentary--
"Filled with chop suey houses, gambling dens, and dance halls, Little Manila was the area in Stockton notoriously called, Skid Row, but it was also the closest thing Filipinos had to a hometown.
In its heyday in the 30s, this lively area had the largest population of Filipinos outside of the Philippines.
We tell the story of Jimmy Ente, Jr., a longtime Stockton resident recruited to work in the asparagus fields. Jimmy, and many other like him, faced backbreaking work, low wages, and at times extreme racism to fulfill their dreams.
Narrated by famed Filipino-American producer, Dean Devlin (Independence Day, The Patriot) this documentary tells the immigrant story as Filipinos experienced it."
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Six months ago, I came across an article that was published in a magazine written by a Caucasian whose name I cannot recall, wherein his observations while traveling across Asia merited a page in that sorry magazine (I will not mention the magazine, hence I will be giving them undeserved publicity) that most Asians disgustingly pick their noses in public!
Although I hope that Asians are not again being stereotyped by the said article or are being singled- out because of the size of their nostrils in this case but one can’t help but think otherwise. There are a lot of advantages in having two large holes in one's nares mind you, but it will merit another post for that lest we stray from the topic.
Surely Asians have bigger holes in their noses compared to Caucasians but it doesn’t equate that we are more prone to picking our noses especially in public because of that particular anatomic feature.
On the contrary, this finger digging exercise isn’t confined to only one race and although I do agree with some of that ignorant author's observations, I say that Asians does not have the monopoly of this unsavory practice as nose- picking or nose- digging is a universal phenomenon. And I want this misconception corrected. Ha-ha.
In my travels, I have seen with my own eyes this finger- dipping practice or shall we say exercise being done in the most unusual moments and unexpected places. And majority of the players are not Asians at all. In fact to put it more bluntly, Caucasians dominate my experiences of seeing this booger- rolling events.
Thus, I say that whether you’re white, black, yellow or brown, nose- digging is just one of the many things that we have in common. It’s just in our nature, you see. It's the great equalizer actually.
Anyway, I will not go further into some graphic and gross details just to prove my point but let me just share these pictures from your neighborhood paparazzi showing some of your favorite stars and celebrities doing the precious “dig.”
I REST MY CASE...