It’s that time of the year again when J-Pop/K-Pop shop Fangirl Asia brings fans together for a day of music and dance. An even bigger ONGAKU GAYO will be held this year on May 18 at the Mondragon House in Makati City, as Fangirl Asia partners with k-pop convention organizer KFest Manila. The particular bit of the event I look forward to is the countdown of the bestselling merchandise (CDs, DVDs) of the previous 12 months (and not just because my Big Bang babies always kick ass in that list, but it’s a definite plus). However, the other parts of the event are also a blast. For instance, there are the cover groups who dress up and perform as their favorite k-pop idol groups. This year, there will be a competition between cover groups — I’ll be one of the judges, in fact. (I was also a judge for the cover group contest in FA’s Chuseok Festival last year.)
One O’Clock, but with an accent
So apparently there were going to be a bunch of ONE OK ROCK tribute nights in different countries, including mine. I didn’t know it had quite a following here (or at least, in Manila). Philippine OORers (P.O.O.R.) slated this year’s for March 2 at Freedom Bar in Quezon City. We went, and we had a blast. Despite the fact that I had only heard one album of theirs, and I barely knew OOR members’ names. But, but! I had a favorite song (“Pierce”, whose name I kept forgetting also, since it didn’t seem to appear anywhere in the lyrics) so I was ready to, uh, be rocked.
There were about a dozen bands who played, with various levels of, uh, success. (And most of them needed crib notes, but then the lyrics which were about half Nihongo so I suppose it was best to play safe.) But, but! the performers’ passion for the music made the evening enjoyable. I hope there will be another one soon!
Surviving a concert moshpit is much like surviving a zombie apocalypse. You’ll need strength, stamina, and the ability to go for hours without a bathroom break. I thought having survived the moshpit of the Korean Music Wave in Singapore would prepare us for this, but I was so very wrong. My throat was sore and I was borderline dehydrated, but we were all giddy and excited.