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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
On this day, many Filipino years ago...

...Mr. and Mrs. Fontamillas were in a hospital room. Over the past 9 months, Mrs. Fontamillas would hear weird noises coming from her belly. She thought it was something digestive, but we know better. Especially on days they went to church early and happened to be around the rehearsing worship band, there would be much rhythmic movement in her belly, and the weird noises would escalate. And, much to their intrigue, the noises would complement the music. Fast forward many months... and she was about to give birth. This was to be a big moment, as history would go on to prove. The baby emerged, and to the utter astonishment of everyone around, he was born wearing shades. What could this mean? How could it be possible? But then again, such questions would go on to be the hallmark of baby Jerome's life. Little Jerome once took his uncle's guitar, which was bigger than him, and somehow began banging out an "experimental" riff. At his uncle's quizzical face, Jerome uttered his very first words: "I like NOISE", with a scary emphasis on the word 'noise'. His uncle had learned not to be too surprised by a baby who was born wearing shades, but this was a little ominous. A few years later when his parents bought Jerome his first piano, no sooner than he played the first few notes, he began hitting the keys with a baseball bat, and soon climbed atop the piano and began jumping on it. He got grounded. But wasn't discouraged. Because it's been decades since that day that baby was born, yet he still continues to astonish. People often ask me, how does he do that? Is that even possible? Is he a guitarist or a keyboardist or a backup vocalist or a life-coach or just WHAT?! I never know what to say except, "I don't know man, it's Jerome...."

Happy birthday, Romey. We love you. Have an awesome day/year. (And I hope you were very touched by all that cheese I made up.)


posted by phil @ 2:12 AM  

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