Who The FUCK Are The Outlaws?!?

A SHORT HISTORY

Nights spent listening to Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, The Clash, Rancid; Asin, Buklod, Gary Granada, Joey Ayala; and Friday nights at the 70’s Bistro watching The Jerks, produced what is perhaps the latest, and hopefully not the last, addition to the long and colorful line of Filipino protest musicians.

THE OUTLAWS took their name from a Dylan song, in honor of those who were outlawed – harassed, made to disappear, silenced, and murdered – all because of speaking up; taking a stand; and openly declaring what is wrong with governments, in particular, and the human society, in general.

The music of THE OUTLAWS is a mix of punk, reggae, ska, folk, rock n’ roll, and the blues… infused with lyrics emanating from personal sentiments regarding life in the third world.

Formed in May of 2004, the original members were K Lopez (vocals, rhythm guitars), Tonji Garcia (lead guitars, vocals), Jek Lopez (bass guitars, vocals), and Lawrence Napoco (drums).

The band’s first gig was in August of 2004, at the Buntisan Art Experience, in Dasmariñas, Cavite. They played covers of songs by The Jerks; and were further inspired by the accolade they received, despite the obvious lack of commercially-successful songs in their repertoire.

Subsequent gigs followed and took the Laguna-based quartet to various places in Southern Luzon and Metro Manila; including the Hobbit House and the 70’s Bistro.

Despite changes in the line-up and the limited arenas for their music, THE OUTLAWS continue to play their songs, and strive to educate both themselves and their audience about issues that are rarely touched by the complacent and apathetic majority. While it is not their primary goal to be in the limelight, such an opportunity will not be shunned for it is but a tool to reach out to a bigger audience.

The band is currently made up of Jek Lopez (vocals, guitars), Tonji Garcia (lead guitars, vocals), Buboy Panaligan (bass guitars, vocals), and K Lopez (drums, vocals).

The Poster Says It All

A Song At 1345 Hours

Ramblin' around your city;
ramblin' around your town.
I never see a friend I know
as I go ramblin' 'round…
as I go ramblin' 'round.

My sweetheart and my parents,
I left in my old hometown.
I'm out to do the best I can
as I go ramblin' 'round.

The peach trees they are loaded;
the limbs are bending down.
I pick 'em all day for a dollar
as I go ramblin' 'round…
as I go ramblin' 'round.

Sometimes, the fruit gets rotten
and falls upon the ground.
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
as I go ramblin' 'round…
as I go ramblin' 'round.

I wish that I could marry
so I could settle down.
But I can't save a penny
as I go ramblin' 'round…
as I go ramblin' 'round.

My mother prayed that I would be
a man of some renown.
But I am just a railroad bum
as I go ramblin' 'round…
as I go ramblin' 'round.

The Wisdom Of Woody Guthrie 01

"I hate a song that makes you think that you're not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are either too old or too young or too fat or too slim or too ugly or too this or too that… songs that run you down or songs that poke fun of you on account of your bad luck or your hard traveling. I am out to fight those kinds of songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood."

A Song At 0130 Hours

And now I know, Spanish Harlem
are not just pretty words to say.
I thought I knew but now, I know
that rose trees never grow in New York City.

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true,
you stand at the edge; while people run you through.
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you.
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say good morning to the night.
For unless they see the sky,
but they can't and that is why
they know not if it's dark outside or light.

This Broadway's got,
it's got a lot of songs to sing.
If I knew the tunes, I might join in.
I'll go my way alone; grow my own;
my own seeds shall be sown in New York City.

Subway's no way for a good man to go down;
rich man can ride, and the hobo - he can drown.
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found.
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,
sons of bankers, sons of lawyers,
turn around and say good morning to the night.
For unless they see the sky,
but they can't and that is why
they know not if it's dark outside or light.

The Lester Bangs Of Film Reviews

I don't know whose blog this came from, but I sure got a blast out of it. I mean, after reading serious and analytical critiques of the film, this one surely gives us insights we'll prolly never consider. Kudos to whoever wrote this.

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300… a very critical review

aahaaay chorva!

di kinaya ng powers ko ang kahotness ng movieness na itetch! it's raining men! (haleluya)! like go go go mga anik anik at ang mga mudra mega taray ang haba ng hair production number clothing designer eklavu powerness! kaboom!

it's like go papa spartans! ariba! go delisyus fighting karne! i get so weak on the knees i can't hardly breath! go go go! spapartans make bugbog the evil persia! make warla the queen xerxes.

at antaray naman ng lolaaaaaa xerxes mooooooo! nagmamaasim ang fingerlets ng hinawakan si spartan head papa! ang entrance pang vilma with matching solid gold dancers itetch! with diamante ala maricel! wiiinnneeeeeer! ang eye brows ha! mega shoot to the stratosphere sa katarayan!

ang warlahan ditetch daig pa ang rineregla sa dami ng vlood! at ang nacut neck na cutie spartan… nag crayola aketch! di kinaya ng emoticons ko ang death by tamponess ng cutie spartan. huhuhu.

i'm sure proud si mother ricky dahil ang ganduuuuuuuuh talaga ng movieng itetch. like super mega walang halong chorva!

PERO LYER SILA! binilang ko ang mga papa… di umabot ng 300. 127 lang ang mga spapartans!

etchos!

Changes

Whilst in the john a few nights ago, I realized that if I were to change the way I look, I'd want to look like him. Or like Woody Allen. Either way, it'd be a blast.

Elections 03

Cesar Montano?!? Richard Gomez?!? Angelica Jones?!?

Fuck, it's gonna be a fuckin' carnival!

It is clear that, in this country, those who do not have brains try to compensate with sheer guts.

R & R

Since I'll be gone for the weekend, here's to everyone…

Beannachtai na Feile Padraig!

Random Thought 3328

It is hard to find a good life but it is even harder to find a good death.