It was weird. Being a thirty-something entering the eclectic doors of Saguijo. It’s been ages since I set foot in a rock club mixing in with the jailbait and other people who (because of their youth) have yet to discover that what they are enjoying right now is already the third iteration of the “golden age” of Pinoy Rakenrol - one of the great religions.

I must admit, I became a backslider. Perhaps because of the industry I was in, I diverged, fell weak and succumbed to the temptation of radio pop, standards and ballads. Whatever went well with couples kissing and petals falling.

That night in Saguijo brought me back to my faith.

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