At last, deliverance. Rewired finally made it on the air, albeit after a faux pas that delayed it for a day. I'd like to think of it as akin to other historical events suffering tentative false starts. Led Zep's oft-rescheduled but otherwise grand world tour and the flaming mis-docking mess of the Hindenburg (still the fireworks show of the last century) are examples that come to mind for curious reasons. In our case, allowances were made for sheer technical dificulties as well as the gentle empathy we feel for brothers-in-trade who, for greater or less reasons, endure through narcotic angst of some sort not far removed from our own.
What mattered most: that our funked up importantly angry groove made it into every mossy hole of an over pop-ulated city well within radioshot. It was one of the most precious 24 hours in our young furtive existence. It matters most that Manila realizes it is culturally famished, a once originally festive people lulled into sedate proles by the hogwash of commercial crap endlessly farmed by The Machine. Sometimes a kick n the balls is all you need to clearly see that you've been courting a whore.
I loved it and I know you loved it too. And for those still unawakened, those who repeatedly quaff the blue pills, there is still hope. We've now truly earned the right to say this : stay tuned.
What mattered most: that our funked up importantly angry groove made it into every mossy hole of an over pop-ulated city well within radioshot. It was one of the most precious 24 hours in our young furtive existence. It matters most that Manila realizes it is culturally famished, a once originally festive people lulled into sedate proles by the hogwash of commercial crap endlessly farmed by The Machine. Sometimes a kick n the balls is all you need to clearly see that you've been courting a whore. 
