What Really Happened During the Lifehouse Meet & Greet

June 1, 2012

Two words to describe it: culture shock. Here, let me paint you a picture—the room was overflowing with, I dunno, female pheromones perhaps? And while standing in line, the girls, mostly teens, busied themselves fixing their hair, putting on makeup, and ranting about how sucky it was that the M&G didn’t allow for autograph signing. One said, “I flew straight from Cebu so sana naman meron” while another quipped, “OK lang na pawisan na sila basta tayo hindi!” All these were happening while they exchanged fan stories. Surely it didn’t help that I was the only guy out of the 15 or so in our queue. That was the awkward part. The actual shock came in when the girls I was with the photo started shrieking right after the snap of the shutter. I mean, c’mon, can’t the shrill wails wait till we’ve reached the door? I guess it’s next to impossible composing one’s self in the golden presence of rock stars. Is that it? Humor me. If I were a girl and got to French kiss Dave Grohl in the same situation, I wouldn’t let my guard down that quickly. At the very least, I’d wait for the door. But hey! That’s me. Don’t get me wrong. The experience was great—and Lifehouse was freakin’ awesome live, man! In fact, perhaps that’s what added to the already heightened excitement of the girls. Hmmm…

Could you find the thorn among the roses?
Clue: he’s an Asian guy.

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RESPECT TO RICK

If your band dishes out cheesy love songs in alternative format, those designed to wet girly undies and warm shivering hearts, it’s a challenge for the drummer to work around the dynamics of a song. Not unlike, say, in music oozing with angst where it’s easier to get away thrashing cymbals and beating the crap out of the drums and voila, you have a fucking show.

Bald man Rick right here has got chops so clean and so solid we could tell him, “Ang haba ng hair mo, teh” without abandon. And it’s interesting too how he can aptly apply power on his strokes when the flow he’s in is more often than not meant to serenade sweethearts we last met in high school.

Easily my favorite among the foreign drummers I’ve watched live.

I don’t mind getting Rickrolled by him.

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