Philippine Entertainment News

There’s something tragic about nostalgia, and it has been demonstrated in this generation’s twice attempt to recover something that it had lost long ago in the form of the Eraserheads Reunion Concerts. We hate to be superstitious, but there was Ely Buendia’s mom and now Francis M. By no means do we propose there is a connection between these deaths and the reunion concerts pushing through, yet these unfortunate events also allowed us to contemplate, for short moments, what we were looking for in these concerts anyway.

With the practical hurdles towards this grand nostalgia production–the involvement of the cigarette companies, the deep rift among the band members, and Ely’s heart-stopping cardiac exhaustion in the middle of the first attempt–these deaths amplified to us the price of nostalgia.

There’s something difficult about the E-heads reunion: how do you pack your entire youth in a night? How could you just stand among thousands in an open field and return to a warm April afternoon you were just sitting at a balcony, desperately trying to strum your first chords? How could you just buy a ticket and then try to say it again, that first cuss word you meant, after what you thought was the most painful heartache in the world?

These cost our precious little lives spent in call centers and corporate cubicles and construction sites and prisons and schools and new homes. In other words, we asked for the impossible, and in the most fitting occasion, Ely told us it is over and now all ashes as he burned the Sticker Happy piano. With the deepest empathy for all that we’ve lost, “there’s no substitute for the real.”