Brassband Stories

yesterday, i returned from a trip that may or may not have changed my life temporarily. i met somebody under the most unfortunate of circumstances. i'm gonna start from the very beginning - and pour my heart out. so right now, as my feelings are still fresh and the story is still unfolding, i''m going to document everything. maybe in the hopes that it'll make things work out somehow. please read.

Appearances can be deceiving. Appearances are *designed* to be deceiving.

What instrument I play and my place in the Kilkenny Brass Band

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ❞ ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ❞ - wherein two school musical groups; the brass band and the orchestral group are turned against each other due to a small victory in a music festival. ❱ CLOSED ! ❱ ONGOING !

(Inspired by the Netflix Film K-pop Demon Hunters) In the back alleys of Manila's music scene, the Barako Beats were nobodies - a mismatched crew obsessed with the 70's Manila Sound, OPM legends, and glittering disco grooves. They played for pocket change, dreaming of the big stage, until fate washed up a strange relic at Migs Cruz's feet: a crystal mic once wielded by the mythical singer Rumi of the Hunter/x Now, Migs and his bandmates - guitar prodigy Raffy Morales, bass powerhouse Ernie Sanchez, keytar queen Luz Delgado, and groove master Tommy Rodriguez - join forces with Cebu's legendary brass siblings Joaqs & Jet Malalis and Mon & Gina Jayectin, plus the mystical electric violinist Celeste Alonzo from Iloilo. Together, they form The Brass Force - a full-on disco-funk-brass-string fusion ensemble that doesn't just make crowds dance... they fight back the Saja Boys, demon-backed idols who weaponize music to control minds. From Sinulog Festival street battles to sold-out nights at Araneta Coliseum, every gig brings the band closer to fame - and closer to the showdown that could decide the fate of Philippine music forever. In sequins and bell-bottoms, under neon lights and festival fireworks, the fight for the soul of music has never looked (or sounded) this funky.