Some days ago, the saddest scenes in the globe, at least in Youtube, for the young ones and the young once, like my generation, are many people’s one reaction upon their official confirmation of the departure of Zayn Malik from his popular band One Direction.
The uploaded cries and anguish and some mix of contorted faces, especially by that gay man who tearfully rankles, as if he’d now to face life’s hardest hurdles, show that the pain of losing someone is indeed too hard to overcome, like some heart’s battles, especially if you’re used to hearing his familiar canticles.
And I’d say the internet is ‘luckier’ it’s born only a few years ago and not during those years when melodies were felt like life’s mantles or a soothing balm from all pain, sounding like trickles. Lest, the net would have already crashed severely if not exterminated totally when John Lennon chose Yoko Ono over his group the world-renown, no, universal phenomenon, called The Beatles.
It was a tragedy for the Beatlemaniacs, as if the day of death of music, and half the world at the time unabashedly wept. That love would be chosen over fame by Lennon was too hard to believe, for he caused his band to disband because he left.
In the local shore, the same thing happened when in Cainta I early woke up, and while sipping my coffee cup, I picked a Tempo tabloid one morning. I could not understand why there was something inside me then that was terribly saddened upon reading the tabloid’s headline, “Tunaw Na Ang Asin!”
Yup, the jolly musician in me on that day instantly turned into a heartbreak kid. For many years I had lived my life too singing a variety of Asin’s sensible music.
Therefore, upon confirming it was not among usual tabloid’s tricks, there was stinging loss not just for me but to all of the band’s fanatics. Every fan, every one, full well knew right in that moment that the group would never be the same again after that death of Saro Bañares.
Some years back, Reverend Mueda was also with the world that was lacking peace before he responded to the call for a full-time job in His Majesty’s service. He recruited at the time cuties three of Kirayan Norte: Damy, Gard Ray and yours truly, to form a group, then nameless, but I secretly dubbed “The Beatless.”
He’d always convince us to go to the city to visit and be fed by him when he was still at the Iloilo Provincial Governor’s Office. He would make sure we’d be all present during every Jaworski’s and Ginebra’s game at the USA gym, tickets of course courtesy of his.
But Damy was destined to go ahead among us four and his chuckles to my corny jokes will never be heard anymore. But some golden daybreak someday we will all be reunited for non-stop joy of camaraderie, yeah, I’m very sure.
It’s as sure as that thief in Golgotha who, because he instantly believed, Jesus promised him a paradise too great. And we too stand on that same promise since we have what that thief had as well before his own death: faith.
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