Just dug up old pictures from my rock-rocking days. Each picture contains stories of crazy people, nincompoopery, beer-infused madness and great music. The underground people (or tropa bands) will forever be treasured in my heart. And of course, you always have to look for great music because the mainstream is too mundane. If you were going to hide something, safest place would be underground. Ergo, great music = underground

Upper left: Macky of Concrete Sam. Upper right: Holding On rocking out. Lower left: some guy balancing on his cello while playing. Lower right: Glenn and Chris of Concrete Sam

Upper left: Pete of Too Late The Hero. Upper right: Ariel and Chi. Lower left: My nephews Chikito and Luigi (with Miggy in the background). Lower right: My family, In The Absence of Bo.

Upper left: Steve and Iann with Manong guard. Upper right: Cainta’s Most Wanted - Joe and Steve. Lower left: Iann taking the Nestea plunge (well, he’s plunging upwards…. what?) Lower right: Espiritu vs Tomacruz

Upper left: Melvin. Upper right: Pete. Lower left: Pakoy. Lower right: Steve.

Well, that’s SOME of what I’ve dug up. Underground is where it’s at, boy! Rock out boys.