Finally! The damn thing is over! For almost three months I've been living in a Fellini state of existence, my own reality show based on 8 1/2 and The Truman Show where Michelle and I reluctantly take on the role of Big Brother. Well, thank God the whole ordeal is done! Our works have been mounted, the panels taken down, hangovers lived through and the damage is done. Only thing is now that I can rest, after weeks of waking up to one potential breakdown after another, I now wake up to fits of violent coughing and an aching from exhaustion. Michelle and I YM each other randomly just to say "hey" and the reply is always just the same. Hey. So what now?A professor said to me as he surveyed my work at the exhibit opening "So Photography really isn't your forte?" Thank God for the open bar because I was able to just walk away and not think about the comment again til after I got sober. Well, at least it wasn't like I was so incredibly proud of my work to begin with. I will be the first one to admit that I could've done better. But it wasn't awful. Was it?
Randomness follows: I still get so shocked by people who don't like Rock n' Roll. And real Rock. I was blaring some blues on one particular night and this kid walks up, doesn't see me so lets out this comment: "Ang panget ng music!" This coming from a guy who thinks that MYMP is more musically genius to Led Zeppelin and Muddy Waters. And he says to me "Nahalata ko sa music library mo na halos wala akong alam na artists! Old School, ba." And he had this way of saying it like an insult. And I was more offended by the fact that he considered HIS choice of music (ugly ass techno, not even the good kind of House, and again... MYMP...dear Lord, really????) as superior to mine. This from a kid whose exhibited work included a photo of water bottles with a list of illnesses one can get from ingesting dirty H2O. Children these days. They wouldn't know good music, good art even if it screwed them up the ass. Such a disappointment. But then I look at Richie and how he is about music, about HIS music. Then I know there's still hope. Or maybe that's just Rich.