cynthia, regina, karlita (part 1 of 2)

Dearest ______,

When I was still studying in the Philippines, Knowing There is Only Know (Cynthia Alexander) was my Someone Like You (Adele)- if you know what I mean, hahaha.  Not unlike many other people I know, Cynthia’s albums were a huge part of my growing pains- hurt, loss, uncertainty, etc.  As she is always open to say so herself, her songs have gotten her through a lot of periods in her life too.   And last night, at the Arts House along Old Parliament Road,  you would think that I’d secretly won the lottery for getting that particular song as her first performance.   I couldn’t stop grinning, singing along, getting a little watery along the eyelids.  I swear to Shiva, Vishnu, and company- Cynthia was looking right at me when she sang it (probably because we literally hollered and hooted for her to sing the bloody song, hahaha).

Here, we stand, we know

It will always be, everything and nothing-

between Us

but Space

and Silence to begin with…

Tell me how it is

to Love

and Live

and Be-

no promises

Knowing there is only now, knowing there is only now,

Knowing there is only now.

We watched the 45- minute intimate gig cum artist’s talk (which stretched into an hour- long set) with our band’s trombone player from the States.  I’d briefed him beforehand- how Cynthia was someone like Joni Mitchell in the Philippines… extremely talented, raw and honest, compelling, a very mesmerizing performer.  I personally haven’t seen her perform in seven years, and yet my expectations were high- she was, is, and always will be the Cynthia Alexander.

It was so like her to ask everybody to move closer, even egging people on to sit on the floor right in front of her;  to drink from her own glass of water.

We gave her quite a long standing ovation while she giggled and profusely thanked us like the doll that she is.   And then earlier today, I found this on her Facebook page:

Had the warmest audience at The Arts House on the Parliament, Thank You! 🙂

Oh Cynthia.

Cynthia, Cynthia, Cynthia, don’t you know that we love you more?  We really do. Thank you for the music.  Thank you for sharing your life’s stories with us.




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