Wake me up when October ends.

Not to celebrate Halloween, definitely. That’s a lame way to make your child unafraid of spirits and zombies. And who cares about pumpkins for Halloween if these can’t even feed the undernourished in this country!

Okay, going back, I simply want  October days to suddenly flip as if stormed, hear some well-thought wordplay, and experience a Mraz-zy (can sound like Jason Mraz’s surname with y or ‘crazy’) night!

Missing many idols in the past have been quite frustrating, especially when these musicians are/were/have been instrumental in forming our taste in music. Plus, their songs have led us several times into introspection, realising what we are into, who we are, and what we need to do/be. Those melodies powerful enough to dictate how we feel, the lyrics too compelling to refuse thinking and be inspired.

And then their seemingly once-in-a-generation visit in culturally Westernised Philippines would be missed?

I know hearing them live when their songs peak in the charts could have been better. Admittedly, some do not sound as charming as they were at the height of their career a few years back.

But sometimes, those things never or highly appreciated must be reserved for reminiscing. Watch a concert when you’ve grown up. Laugh at all the foolishness when you fell in love and got discouraged to be yourself. Then cry and sing with a community who has been moved, too.

Thrilling! I should ran out of words or mix them up as I sing on the 30th.