Arts and culture survive in Catanduanes against all oddsBy Pablo A. Tariman |Philippine Daily Inquirer
In my early youth, I would associate Catanduanes with kundiman singer Carmen Camacho (she is from the island), the piano lessons in Virac town (courtesy of the nuns and the Alcala family) and the theater presentations in Catanduanes College (initiated by the Tacordas).
I saw my first ballet (the Anita Kane ballet group) in Catanduanes College (CC) while on top of a tree overlooking the CC’s half-open theater.
The poets who recorded the island’s idyllic past and present were the late José Tablizo and Benito Bagadiong. The fictionist of Catanduanes was Romulo Lofamia.
Bagadiong’s daughters, Anna and Tess (both married to German nationals), keep houses surrounded by beautiful gardens and livened up by visits of music lover Titong Sarmiento, who would bring Reader’s Digest CDs and play excerpts from opera and violin greats as we devour lemon-sauteed gabi leaves (a rare delicacy so different from the standard pinangat swimming in coconut milk), cocido and my eternal favorite, pili made soft by hot water.
Several cultural groups have contributed to the varied cultural fare of Catanduanes. The island’s “national” dance is the pantomina, and it is a common sight during town fiestas and election period. The island’s songs and dances are promptly recalled and staged during Foundation Day and summer arts festivals. The most active and versatile theater group used to be Efren Sorra’s Hablon Dawani, which toured the island with no regular funding but with lots of passion and dedication.
Now I am all praises for the Center for Catandungan Heritage Inc., founded by Estrella Sarmiento Placides and Dave Templonuevo. It has given due recognition to the island’s surviving musicians, among them Nestor Publico and his famous father, maestro Teodulo (a UST graduate). The senior Publico used to play with Tondo’s Orchestra Ylaya.
The Publicos started formal music lessons in the island in 1933, and virtually for a song. Among the violin students was actor Dindo Fernando, who also hails from Catanduanes.
Among the deserving awardees this year are music teacher Gregorio Sarmiento; trombone player Fredesuelo “Tang Fred” Arcilla, 79, trumpet player for the past 55 years; banjo player Celestino Bernal, 87; and Nelia Molina-Vargas, 79, a singer who also directed commedias, veladas and the toki, a folk-theater interpretation of the search for the Holy Cross by St. Helena.
In the past, Catanduanes was a regular concert destination and among those who were warmly received by island audiences were pianists Reynaldo Reyes (first Filipino scholar at the Paris Conservatory); Ingrid Sala Santamaria (Aliw Awards Lifetime Achievement Awardee for Music along with Cecile Licad); Najib Ismail and Mary Anne Espina (now with the UST faculty); Mark Carpio (head of the Philippine Madrigal Singers); Lourdes de Leon (retired from the PPO); cellist Victor Michael Coo (based in Taiwan); baritone Noel Ascona (with the UST Singers); tenor Gary del Rosario (now with Seattle Opera); Zenas Reyes Lozada, National Artist Lucrecia Kasilag and Romania’s violin superstar Alexandro Tomescu.
Minerva Morales, president of Catanduanes State College, is trying hard to give the performing arts a decent venue by recommending that the former Catanduanes Cultural Center, built by former Representative Leandro Verceles Jr., be rehabilitated. It became a rice bodega even before it could be inaugurated and now the ceilings are about to give way and the entire venue, including a battered upright piano, are threatened by wind and floodwater. I think Rep. Cesar V. Sarmiento should look into this Morales theater rehab proposal as he himself has good vibes for the arts, as seen by the yearly choral competitions he sponsors.
On my last visit, I listened to a Mendelssohn concerto while savoring lemon-sauteed gabi leaves in the gracious residence of Anna and Tess Bagadiong. I thought Albay’s award-winning poet Marne Kilates perfectly captured my cultural fixation with the island pili delicacy when he wrote:
For the native Bikol mouth, peerless pili
Brings back summer seasons on the tongue.
It is not all sweetness (that’s the candy part)
But a vague, elusive flavor called nan,
A taste that lives in the heart, in the past:
A memory of dried fish, cocido, fresh
(And violet!) camote tops laid on steaming rice,
And a pinch of the pili’s sinful secret flesh.