Hastang of Yesteryears

• The music. It’s a mystery, actually — how the bang of the drums, the bass line, the power chords and guitar solos, as well as the vocals and lyrics, mesh into one coherent form that evokes various kinds of emotion.
• I get to play and make music with incredibly creative people like Makoy, Roy, Gaw, Isyat, Moi, Genee and Yan.
• I get to be part of a very rich music scene consisting of widely diverse musicians. And of course, the chance to see my favorite bands play live without me paying entrance, free pizza, etc.
• I get to meet lots of interesting and even crazy people. Like Bons.
• The challenges of arranging a newly written song. The arguments, tantrums, frustrations, head scratching, and stabbings. Well, maybe not that last one.
• The sheer exhilaration of playing the same song perfectly for the first time on stage. On the downside, the intense feeling of your body shrinking when you mess it up live.
• The look on people’s faces when you do a perfect set. Or maybe they’re just daydreaming. I can never tell from time to time.
• I get to have my name used as a song title. Har har har.
• I get to have a really cool outlet for venting out negative energy. Ohm, ohm, ohm.
• The guitar feedback at the end of a gut-wrenching, emotionally charged, multiple-adjective-requiring song like Mid-flight.

~guile

guile loves his girlfriend, adores (er, adored) Michael Jackson, and wants "to be complete". When he's not playing bass for Hastang, he creates thingamajigs for icomm and writes gibberish in his not-so-secret diary.
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