Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Kokum Rising

We call ourselves the Kokum Band or simply Kokum, the hottest band to come out of the closet. We write songs, we sing, we play music, and we touch lives.

Meet Konrad, the guitarist (in red), and Kumpradia, the percussionist-drummer (in beige).

Together, we are Kokum. By the way, here we are, at the dry run of our recording. It felt good. It felt right.

Here we are with our newfound friend, Jay Durias, who is all out in support of Kokum.

This is it. Mark this day, for today is the beginning of Kokum rising.

1 comment:

  1. whoah! i love kokum yahoo!

    who knows in the future makiki-jamming na rin kayo with southboarder's main man! go kokum!


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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda