Pounding The Keyboard

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon...                            Pink Floyd, “Brain Damage”      They’ve already made a movie about Freddie Mercury and Queen, so when is Hollywood really going to make a movie about the greatest rock band of all time, Pink Floyd? There were talks then that Johnny Depp had been raring to make a movie about Syd Barrett but it didn’t materialize; also, I had read once that a Pink Floyd movie was already in the works then with Leonardo DiCaprio being tapped to play as David Gilmour and Aston Kutcher as Roger Waters, but it also went pfft, turning out to be just a product of some fans’ fertile imagination. Some were saying that the band members themselves were against making a movie about them. Syd’s life, no doubt, was as colorful as...

           When I was in third year high school,   a newcomer in our school became our classmate and befriended our group ( I remembered this because I happened to have a fellow UV express passenger yesterday who resembled this newcomer—stocky, full mustache and an aura of arrogance.      In no time, we realized that mustached newcomer was a bully and the one that caught his unsavory attention was this classmate of us who came from the Visayas and had an accent which was funny to Mustached Guy. He enjoyed insulting and making fun of Visayan Guy (who according to Mustached Guy looked like a stevedore) until the Visayan Guy had enough and challenged him to a fistfight—which the Mustached Guy, smelling a mismatch, gleefully accepted. Why not, he was five foot six and stout and his challenger,though stocky, too,  stood only at five feet two inches.      So we went to a vacant lot n...

He always watches her with delight Whenever she casually walks in front of him Now, where to compare that enchanting feeling To watching the stars at night? To watching raindrops fall onto the pavement? To looking down at a flower in a garden? To looking up at clouds gradually shape? To watching a bird sit at your window sill? To seeing a baby smile? Such simple, everyday things that become truly entrancing When you watch with your heart And not with your eyes