For the love of one man's undying love for his art, I cease to be an art snob this time. Will go ahead on posting on a trending topic despite hating that fact to the fullest.
At 5:30am I planned to check Gmail but apparently left myself logged-on to FB the other night. And the first feed I see was from Jun Sabayton, the letters R, I, and P with Karl's photo. Hell no.
Being neither a rockstar nor a plain musician, I settled with the simple appreciation of music that I find unique yet equally meaningful. And because my little world contained mostly of either rock or jazz, P.O.T. perfectly fit the galaxy. Or maybe there's just something about the front man that makes it all magnetic, despite being called 'adik' or 'sabog' in maybe half of his lifetime. I suddenly remembered that a shy little handshake was all I could ask from this guy when we bumped into him in one of his small gigs with Kapatid.
To rock music fans of my generation, Karl was exceptional and legendary, even when he was still alive. Vocals? Huge part of it. Personality? A big perhaps. I don't know the guy, but maybe it was just his love for his art that most compelled people to him. Musical integrity --- two words he would always emphasize.
Our sadness comes partly due to the fact that slowly, these real musicians begin to fade, commercially or literally for that matter. But as much as I want to bash all the crappy artists left living who call themselves "rockstars," it would be a violation to Karl's respect for their chosen means of expression.
Paraiso now has a full combo with Teddy and Chico on guitars, Bosyo on drums, and Karl on vocals. So I would have to revise my "Worst Deaths" entry to add Karl to the list. Or maybe I should change the title to "Greatest Filipino Rock Musicians of All Time." Whatever it is, he sure will Rock In Peace. #
photo courtesy of myspace.com
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