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My Back Pages Adventures in the Rag Trade


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TO write “30” in the journalism racket is to end the story. Old-school news reporters used to end their dispatches by typing three X’s: “30” being the Arabic equivalent of the Roman number XXX. Since it’s one keystroke less, reporters started the practice of typing “30” to signify the end.

Posted: December 7th, 2014 in Columns,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

The Brat Pack Out Of The Blue


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ACCOMPLISHED SOLOIST: Vocalist Christine Mercado belts out the blues. INQUIRER/Marianne Bermudez

SOME bands are born with the blues, some achieve the blues, and some have the blues thrust upon them.

Posted: December 7th, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

The return of the pompadour

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Grease is the word. No, not the musical, but the actual stuff it was named after, the oleaginous medicated goo your lolo used to plaster his hair down with until it shone like Kenkoy’s mirror-finish dome.

Posted: November 2nd, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Soul deep


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UELA’S STYLE: Old school and new jack swag (PDI Photo/Jilson Seckler Tiu)

A smoky, sensual vibe permeates “That Room,” the upcoming solo debut of Chillitees’ front woman Uela Basco, leaving little to the imagination as to what went on there.

Posted: October 5th, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

The fixed and the furious

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Crazy fool’s going to get himself squashed,” I thought to myself as I watched a skinny kid, in skinny jeans, riding a skinny-tired bicycle—no brakes, no helmet—through the rush-hour traffic of Taft Ave.

Posted: September 7th, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

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