Look what my grandchild Kai dug up from the box where Rolly Fernandez stores negatives and prints from long ago and far away? One of the rare photos of myself with my LODI, Ms. Cecile Licad.
This picture was taken in the vast garden of surgeon Joven Cuanang in Antipolo City where the pianist performed another set of Chopin etudes in the early 2000s. During the socials following her performance, a lady came up to Pablo Tariman and me and asked, "Are you the parents of Cecile?"
Of course, Pablo gave his signature guffaw. But the question has been the origin of the joke between us about a mythical conjugal account where we are supposed to earn from every concert where we're involved. As I said, the account is mythical. And the reality of an impresario's and a cultural worker's lives is we really have a tough time keeping a maintaining balance in our respective banks.
That is not to say we have woebegone lives. Au contraire, hearing Licad and following her through several concerts like we did in the past, from Philamlife Auditorium to Antipolo to St. Paul University in Tuguegarao City, are immeasurable rewards in themselves.
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