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"I didn't like the name but it doesn't matter. They played great band music."
- Nina Araknida
Sunstar, Flip / September 15, 2002

"Few rock bands in town could stand at the crossroads of a dynamic and evolving music scene and knock down the high walls that divide music genres and audiences with as much success as Sheila and the Insects. "
- Ronald P. Villavelez
Yup!, Issue 1.03 / November 2001

"Sheila & The Insects’ music is new wave-influenced post-punk rock music that is considerably heavy yet still melodic "
- Cris O. Ramos Jr.
The Manila Times / May 31, 2003

"What does an indie band do with the oft-maligned mix of rock and new wave? In the case of Cebu-based Sheila and the Insects, plenty."
- Ganns Deen
PULP , PulpReviews / Issue 13, March 2001




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Softly
Sheila and the Insects
Originally by Apo Hiking Society


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Written by Jim Paredes

Softly, as the morning sun
Comes through my window pane
Thoughts come to me
Memories of you fill my mind and I smile

So gently, and my world transforms
Into a merry carousel
Turning me round
Bringing me back to the place where I found ...

You there, time could have stood still and then
We'd spend all our moments to share
The dreams that we've known sometime, somewhere

And as, we go through the days
Remembering the love we made
I know that you'll stay
Bringing me more than what mere words can say

I know, that time can stand still and then
We'd spend all our moments to share
The dreams that we've known sometime, somewhere.

I know, that time can stand still and then
We'd spend all our moments to share
The dreams that we've known sometime, somewhere.

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This song appears in the album The Best of Kami nAPO Muna 2CD+DVD.



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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
PART II – The Gweilo’s experience

Gweilo’s was located in Eastwood City in Libis, the hottest ‘gimmick’ destination for Manileños. The whole district was upscale and classy. From outside, the place looked impressive. Fronting a charming water fountain, the place had an imposing back-lighted panel where huge letters now advertised Sheila and the Insects alongside the other bands playing there tonight. Seeing the building’s façade amidst the glitter and neon lights that made up the colorful street scene now playing in front of me, I quickly regretted forgetting to bring a camera.

Inside, the scene was just as exciting. The setup was at the second floor in a cozy room that was not too large but not too crowded either. The band played in the middle of the floor while everyone else stayed in tables and couches lining the sides. Boobop, Jerros, and I had arrived ahead of Ian and Boom who were driving in the small Kia car that we had been servicing the past few days. We’d load it up with all our instruments and then one of us would drive the car with Boom to wherever our gig was. The other three would take a cab. Tonight, it was Ian’s turn to drive.

Shortly after Ian and Boom arrived, we decided to go fetch our instrument from the car. All four of us walked out and took Ian’s lead who tentatively walked towards what turned out to be the wrong parking area. We took a different direction and ended up right back where we started. We had walked quite a distance already and we were now beginning to curse Ian’s ineptness at spatial memory. He couldn’t remember where he had parked the car. He was totally lost. In a few more minutes, Boobop and Jerros would lose it. It was bad enough we were wandering aimlessly around Eastwood working up a sweat. What made it worse was Jerros wasn’t feeling well and had been coughing all day so he was in no shape at all for an impromptu workout. I fared better because of my regular running and gym work. Of course, the humor still escaped me. After a few more rounds of aimless wandering, we finally stumbled on the separate parking facility that, it turned out, was just a few meters away hidden behind the labyrinth of mall boutiques and stalls.

Walking back to the bar with our instruments in tow, Jerros was telling me through his heavy breathing that he was feeling some tightness in his chest. That was what you get from too much late night beer and too little exercise I told him. I looked at his pained expression and quietly worried. Of course, I knew it probably was nothing much. Just a viral infection messing with his health.


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Later that night, we took the center stage and played our prepared set of six original songs. After a couple of numbers I began to notice that after every number, Jerros would wince in pain. I asked him what was wrong but all I could get was a mumbled reply that I couldn’t understand. In any case, he signaled that we should continue. So we did. After every song, I’d look over to Jerros and found that his pained look slowly got worse. I was suspecting he was having difficulty catching his breath or something. Still he signaled me to go on. If anything, I got the impression he wanted us to finish the set sooner. All three of us were by now beginning to sense something was wrong so after playing our second to the last song, all three of us looked towards Jerros for a visual cue. Suddenly, he stands up and signals we had to cut our set short. I mumbled my apologies to the audience that we had to end our set right there. Everyone was surprised with our sudden close. All this time, everyone’s eyes locks on to Jerros who was now picking his way through the tables and finding his way upstairs towards the third floor.

Speculation quickly mounted and a few friends asked if everything was alright. I knew something was wrong but somehow I felt it was really nothing serious. Mingling with the crowd after the show, we began to piece together what had actually happened from what Jerros had been telling some friends earlier. It turned out that Jerros had started complaining about his stomach just as we were about to start our set. Word had gotten around discreetly among all the close friends.

The place had already thinned out after several minutes. We were all just about getting ready to go for the post gig party when Jerros finally walks down the stairs from the third floor. Everyone cheers him like crazy. I’ve never seen anyone make a more applauded entrance before. The pained expression was now totally gone. Replacing it was a sheepish grin and a relieved face. “I’m so sorry everyone,” Jerros kept saying, “but when you gotta go, you gotta go”.

Posted at 12:34 pm by bisoy

sis
May 3, 2005   05:16 AM PDT
 
hmm...i wonder if this is something that uniquely plagues drummers. (lol. hi makoy!)
 

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