Saturday, September 30, 2006

Meeting Tausug Musicians


Abdellah Sali Daul has only finished his 3rd year in grade school but his musical prowess have bagged him around 250 songs . His songs are known in the community of Tausugs, Yakans and Badjaos around ZambaSulta (Zamboanga , Basilan and Sulu and Tawi -TAwi).


He strums his guitar in a corner - people call as Boracay in Mariki. This is where the waves join him in a trance of love ballad and slow rock songs that he composes in a quiet day sitting on wooden planks and stilts. We (my sis and I ) had a chance to see him perform in an old garage where his old band (SIDZNIE) practiced and jammed. We got to meet the rest of Sidnie band and their manager. I shot their performance with a digicam and also interviewed them about their music and their influences. They were all so warm and accomodating, with some adamance at first. This would be our new digital video documentary about the Moro Underground Music in the city of flowers. As we headed home Abdullah and Mans Hapil (guitarist) rode a jeep towards the the city we call "pueblo" , their fans notice them and start smiling. Abdullah starts to blush and gives them a smile back...."I'm shy", he blurts.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

September 16, 2006





Today I needed to submit photographs for my article on Muslim's celebration of Ramadan , actually I already asked a friend of mine Romina Pada her past photographs and told her I will credit her name for it. However my editor told me that high resolution photos are needed and what I submitted was actually a low one. I ended up borrowing a video camera and was supposed to give to Honelylin Alipio my friend whose really good in photoshop, but my schedule turned into a whirlwind and I had to find some other ways to run after my deadline. So I had to borrow my friend Fancis' digital camera for this. So I told my friends (Karla ,Farida , Sheena and Nash) to tag along with me to Sta. Barbara Mosque.

I was a little bit nervous because I was thinking that the people in the mosque might not want to see someone like me poking a camera infront of them. Although ,this is an initial feeling I have when I do something like this. But I remembered that times like this I need to do my introductions well not for luck but for respect. I headed to the back of the mosque and looked for some authority to talk to and asked permission to take photos. I told them I am a maguindanao and they started to show me a smile, not that they wouldn't otherwise but because perhaps meeting a fellow muslim who is a journalist is something favorable and a breathe of fresh air for them. They told me to come back incase I needed to interview anyone, so I told them perhaps during Eidl-Fitr. Everyone was just cooperating I felt so welcome. Today I snap photos with pride. Its a beautiful day, as beautiful as the call of prayer ringing in my ears.