A couple of nights ago, while Davao was surprisingly experiencing a Manila, I was trapped in an orgy--not the sexual one please, but the unmatched indulgence of passion over eraserheads' classics. It was an experience that buoyed me back to the past--the time when I was...well, it's the past, ok?

Titing, the guitarist and not the thing, was unstoppable. He plucked and strummed every eheads song that snapped back into his and the audience's memory.

His only limitation was that he cannot play Tikman, perhaps one my favorites. Memory tells me that Tikman was used as bed for a burger ad. I would have wanted to sing it while the downpour was its peak. Something told me, though, that to sing was not a good idea at that time, especially that the rain clouds broke out when I was midway of Sting's Englishman in New York.

But Titing must get some credits for satisfying our long bottled-up urge over eheads, despite the heavy, heavy downpour that made fun an inapplicable term to describe Davao's Kadayawan.

Check this out. Found this after I listened to Spoliarium.