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Went to the Itchyworms album launch last night at the Republic of Malate.
Can’t believe I was watching the same band that was doing Beatles covers way back in 1999 in Ora Café when we were there trying to promote PANTHEON. (Ended up selling a grand total of one copy to Ernest, the manager of the I-worms). Can’t believe that Eric aka Jugs, their guitarist and one of the band’s vocalist, was the same Eric I met in Galleria way, way back in 1995, showing me his Xeroxed “Shadow Comics”. And like most kids, Jugs “grew up” and away from comics and ended up in a band. Seems like he made the right choice, while some of us are still trying to make our comic book dreams come true.

Last night, the band was just pure fun, fun, fun!

When we got Republic, I immediately made my way to the stage area. Jason was able to get the CD (which came with a free “little monster” and a poster). So, by the end of the launch, there were no more CDs just cassette tapes.

It was nice to see the parents and aunts and uncles of the band members in the audience, looking proud and having their copies of the CDs and cassettes autographed.

Overhead after the launch:
“O, anak, pa-autograph mo naman ito sa mga ka-banda mo.”

Like I said, fun.

Get it now! Itchyworms’ “Little Monsters Under My Bed”.
Now available for only P250.

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