Man Wielding A Double Bass
I was a huge fan of The Police in high school and college, and when I started writing short stories I was in the thrall of their final album, Synchronicity. I had plenty of time to write stories because I wasn’t a member of anything, I just scribbled. This is a story that occurred to me while watching the video of Every Breath You Take. The title is a line from The Once And Future King by T.H. White. It was published in my first book, Manananggal Terrorizes Manila and Other Stories. Later it was translated into Italian by Ubaldo Stecconi and included in an anthology called Balikbayan: Racconti filippini contemporanei. (The story sounds better in Italian, but nearly everything does.) I can’t read my old stuff without an antacid and a stiff drink, but this one I’m actually fond of.
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
September 27th, 2007 at 01:44
Test your police smarts —
Pete Best:The Beatles as ______ :The Police.
Here’s some news on that other Police man. http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070926/en_afp/entertainmentmusicthepolice_070926055320
Now on to your short.
September 27th, 2007 at 07:54
Que horror! What a violent story! Yet, so rock and roll at the same time.
I remember you hated, HATED Depeche Mode when they were in Manila in the 90s. I thought The POLICE sucked. Are you sure it was the ‘every breath you take’ video? Because while reading the short story, I was channeling David Gahan’s voice singing Enjoy the Silence!
Sige na, download the song, I know you want to…hehe.
September 27th, 2007 at 17:12
i cry when im riding elevators.
is that being a crybaby?
no, a crybaby is someone who cries for the express purpose of having others hear him/her and suffer the whole damn act.
i cry when i think im alone. and then i snicker at my reflection on the chrome wall. :)
the last movie i watched that made me cry, Crash.
(yes, im very updated).
it wasn’t an atlantic ocean outpouring though. my eyes just misted over when the little kid with the invisible cloak said she’ll protect her dad from the bullet.
enough about me.
I remember reading bits and pieces of Manananggal in National Bookstore. I had no money then. Looking back, that’s something to cry a little about.
October 1st, 2007 at 20:27
hey~! where’s my comment?! it was long… tsk