Talk about breathtaking talent, andMon Davidis an example for the immodest use of exclamation points when describing his performances.
Blown away. That's how I was the first time I witnessed him perform live with another Pinoy jazz royalty Richard Merck in Cebu several years ago. It was just a small bar, but that night paved my fandom for his fantastic vocal chops. When I went to pee at the bar's rest room, imagine his discomfort as I chanced upon him there and immediately grabbed for his handshake even if he had yet to wash his hand after he took a leak. :)
Knowing how manic I am for his music, my wife made whoopee for me when she unwrapped his album, Life & Times for my birthday two years ago.
Amen, or so I echo Jim Paredes's hossanah for this album: "Life and Times is an album that says a lot about this man whose gift of music is wonderfully extravagant. If talent for music was like water that could be taken from a well, then it’s quite a deep and endless one that this album partakes of. The music is sweet, pure, refreshing, nourishing, and more than satisfies many musical tastes and wants. Mon abundantly serves his listeners a cocktail of many musical genres—ballads, sambas, traditional folk songs with a playful modern twist, and inspirational ones. And he does all this as composer, singer and instrumentalist, producer/visionary.
While the album is a triumph, alas, it is also an endangered one. It is triumphant since in today’s landscape of musical blandness brought about by extreme commercialism, the integrity, freshness and vibrancy of Life and Times easily towers above the musical flatlands of this new millennium. Endangered because no such albums are created now—albums with heart, albums which refuse to be shackled by the tyrants which most music artists these days kneel and bow to, such as sales reports, radio trends, and other ‘business ‘ considerations. To put it as simply as I can, it’s an album made by one who breathes, lives and loves music in all aspects and wishes to express it in the way it moves him."
For someone like me who wears regional pride and Cebuano heritage on my sleeve, it's also inspiring to know that Mon David takes it as his crusade to champion and preserve his rich, albeit endangered Kapampangan language through his art.
That said, and since Christmas is near, here's another cue for my wifeor whoever wants to play Santa for old fogey me. Mon's My One and Only Love album would be a blast of a gift, yes.
Here's a video of Mon David peforming at the 3rd Annual Fil-Am Jazz Festival to remind us that jazz runs in our blood:
"... In the deserts of the heart/ Let the healing fountains start,/ In the prison of his days/ Teach the free man how to praise..." -- W.H. Auden
PORTRAIT OF A SLEEPWALKER AS POLLYANNA'S STALKER
About MICHAEL U. OBENIETA, or MykeO, here's what they say: A soi-disant study of a work in progress. A true-blue Bisdak green-eyed at the color brown. An insomniac daydreamer. An ash-tasting keeper of the phoenix of poetry. An opinion columnist with "Oops" syndrome. A parrot of the 23rd psalm and Shakespeare's 116th sonnet. A Zorba-wannabe smitten with Scheherazade and Circe. A moonstruck stargazer in the universe of Nora Aunor's eyes. Looks up to lighthouse keepers, filmmakers, librarians, symphony conductors, tenors, guitarists, hammock-humming beach bums, gardeners, chefs, and firefighters. A rainy-day romantic. A copycat and doggone mystic. Fond of speaking in tongues straight from the mouth of an ice-cold San Miguel Pale Pilsen bottle. Devoted to all things weird and wonderful. A trustworthy tour guide for a guilt trip around the continent of the Ten Commandments. A patriotic citizen of Procrastination. A chuckle-prone company for those who sing an ode to solitude. His erogenous zones extend to the hushed spaces of bookstores, libraries and zoos with unicorns.
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