Wednesday, January 29, 2014


(Photograph from the facebook account of Mickey Muñoz)

OK. So my friend chats me up near midnight and offers me a ticket to DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?Didn’t say yes right away, for a few reasons: Resorts World is not my favorite theater show venue, the mall allows smoking, I’ve seen MISS SAIGON thrice, LES MISERABLES twice, a lot of the performers are friends anyway, and I will just feel bad during and after the show out of inggit that I’m not one of the performers onstage (ha!).

Thank God I went to watch.

First, Lea Salonga still wows. Even I was surprised she still wowed me, and I am not saying that as some arrogant idiot who thinks he knows better, but as a fan. Having worked with her when she was a young girl, then later just before she became the international star that she is now, I was always amazed by her pure voice and far-reaching talent. The latter impression was cemented when I watched her first foray into cabaret at the Carlyle in New York, in 2009. Didn’t know she’d do well in such an intimate setting. And last night was further affirmation that whether the venue is big or small, Lea Salonga still packs ‘em in and floors ‘em.

Second, the show itself is glorious on two levels: it features the works of Claude-Michel Schönberg and Alain Boublil. The show begins with the stirring BUI DOI and the ends with, naturally, the moving DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING. In between, the show seamlessly moves from one work to the next, including two of the duo’s lesser-known works, MARTIN GUERRE and THE PIRATE QUEEN. The performances were top-notch, and the show was especially affecting for the audience because it featured a good number of MISS SAIGON alumni who had performed the show in many parts of the world. But the more amazing part of the show is that everyone involved in the show – from the technicians to the stars – donated their time, talent and energies to raise P24,000,000 to rebuild 200 homes for Typhoon Yolanda survivors. Even Resorts World donated the venue.

The show came about last December when M. Schönberg suggested the project to Lea and her brother Gerard, who immediately signed on. The logistics that went into the production must be daunting, not least because artists, gear and technicians had to be flown in. (After the show, Robbie Guevara said that so many things went wrong that evening – but no one noticed).

Perhaps it was because everyone – the audience, the performers onstage and the technicians behind the scenes – knew that the show was more than just a showcase that the emotional tug of the show was just so strong. The performances were flawless, especially Lea’s rendition of a MISS SAIGON discard, TOO MUCH FOR ONE HEART, and her duet with Marie Zamora on MON HISTOIRE/ON MY OWN, and her other duet with future MISS SAIGON cast member RACHELLE ANN GO, who showed off her top pop pipes with their own version of I DREAMED A DREAM. Not to be outdone was CARLA GUEVARA-LAFORTEZA, whom I have seen on stage and at lounge shows, but never as a vulnerable Ellen in STILL or a feisty PIRATE QUEEN. What a revelation. David Harris had the enviable position of singing the songs of all the male lead parts in the Schönberg-Boublil book, and kissing all the female but Marie. (I squirmed in my seat when some members of the audience went, OOOOYYYYYYYY!!! each time there was kissing onstage. Why? Another source of annoyance was this buffoon two seats away who was on his Android phone, texting and surfing throughout the show. Why?) Leo Valdez pulled all stops singing the demented Engineer’s THE AMERICAN DREAM. It’s something else when an actor performs with artistic abandon and reels you in with him. Another highlight of the show was the Valjean chestnut THE PRAYER done as a quartet, with the surprise appearance of Cocoy Laurel, who should have sung a song of his own.

Before the finale, M. Schönberg narrated how this show came to be, and began his speech with, “This show is for the Filipinos, by the Filipinos. Thank you for giving us your talent. The world gave us Lea Salonga. And thank you for giving me a Filipina daughter, who is now 21 years old.” M. Boublil went on to share his and M. Schönberg’s love for the Philippines, manifested in many ways, including the establishment of the Sun and Moon Orphanage.

So if you are a theater buff, and/or want to help Yolanda, rush to Resorts World tonight and watch DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING. It’s one hell of a show, but heavenly.

Thanks again, Ampy for the ticket!

Monday, January 6, 2014


So I wake up this morning in a really good mood. I had a good night's sleep, after having had dinner with old friends, and a few beers afterwards. My trip to work was pleasant, not too many people on the MRT, and no armpits crushed against my face. Part of my morning plan was to pay my Globe bill at their business center in SM Makati, because it does not get very crowded. The staff is surly and impersonal, but, that's Globe for you.

So I got to Globe, and the security guard at the door greets me a good morning politely. My turn is called and the cashier doesn't greet me, or bothers to look up, and I hand my payment slip to her. Without looking up, she mumbles the amount I need to pay and I toss (yes, I tossed) my credit card to her, to see if she would snap at it the way a hungry hyena would when tossed some meat. No reaction. She proceeds to print out the credit card receipt, hands it to me, still without looking up or saying anything. I swear, she was robotic. After I sign the receipt, I tossed it again at her, still, no reaction. It was amazingly disturbing. At this point, I could not take any more, so I said, "I'd like to speak to your OIC after this transaction." Still no reaction. So I asked, "Did you hear what I asked you to do?" She just nods her head. After I get my receipt from her, she stands up and fetches the OIC.

I reported what had just happened, ending with the question of how long the cashier was employed (1 year) and whether Globe had a customer care program (yes). And yet, the rude and impersonal behavior from that cashier.

This behavior is not isolated as far as Globe is concerned. I've transacted at their Greenhills, SM Megamall, Greenbelt and Shangrila branches and it's all consistent: impersonal treatment bordering on the, or outrightly rude. When I berated the OIC this morning for the behavior of the cashier, he kept on apologizing, and when I pointed out that the cashier did not even apologize, she robotically apologized.

Is this Globe's culture?


The cashier's name is MAYLA A. MALCO and the OIC's is ISAIAH JAVIER. Shame on both of you.


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