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Video kill the [AM] radio star

We tried our very best to keep up with the live coverage of Pacquiao vs Margarito fight last Sunday at 12:30 local time. To our dismay up to the very morning of the big day, there wasn’t anybody we know that had a decent coverage; because in Malaysia there’s just none at all.The three of us in the house were really restless, each finding the best live streaming possible. We used two different internet sources and eventually given up. I even answered a couple of darn surveys just to have access of a possibly better live streaming, and spent perhaps 8 RM worth of texts. In the end, we settled for an extremely cursory, lagged, and pixelated not-so-live streaming; connected the HDMI cable to the larger screen and sat on the sofa cursing all the way. Our frustration was however alleviated by the live twitter updates in Yahoo sports and punch-by-punch analysis by Kieran Mulvaney at ESPN.com. The result, as I put it, is like a comic book — in frames like story boards, with a corresponding one-liner description. During this time, I was wishing I could just listen to a live radio coverage, such that I could just close my eyes and imagine the events. I tried searching for a radio coverage online, but couldn’t find any. Perhaps they don’t do this anymore.

When we were just kids in the 80’s, basketball and boxing shows can be tuned in with an AM radio coverage. The AM radio provided so much more than news and political interviews. We grew up with the radio soaps that our Inse (aunt) religiously tuned in to while we were forcibly lulled for a non-optional afternoon nap. During the night, we’d huddle around the small plastic radio to listen to an excitingly suspenseful horror show. When me and my brothers were ‘deported’ to Camiguin Island together with our Inse, we had a small pocket-size black radio. The volume was awfully low, we had to practically put the radio into our ears. As I remembered, at 1 pm during weekdays, the show in DYHP Cebu AM station was the “Handumanan sa usa ka awit“. I can still hum the guitar accompaniment of the oftenly dramatic story of somebody read by the radio host in an extremely poetic manner. You can actually get carried away by his delivery and find yourself suddenly sobbing. On another time slot in the same afternoon, a show  (“Kini ang akong suliran“) hosted by a woman who’s a doctor and at the same time a lawyer:  Dra. Atty. Libres-Rosaroso, who gives legal and medical advice to answer various cases sent by her avid listeners. There was also this action-drama radio show of two brothers caught in a war and a love-triangle. Whenever I hear the theme song (“He ain’t heavy, He’s my brother” by The Hollies), memories of my childhood in Camiguin overwhelms me with nostalgia.

our pocket-size radio looks like this one

Our most-awaited show probably was the action-adventure superhero show — “Ramini: Ang batang bronse” and the fairy tale story of “Mutya sa saging minantikaan“. Ramini’s time slot if I remember it right was between 8-9 am. It was during this time that we are hiking our way up from Looc to Manduao — to our Lolo Balolo’s nipa hut. We walked close to each other even at narrow muddy trails because of the apparent low volume of a pocket-size transistor radio. By the time we reached Manduao, we were already shouting Ramini’s ‘power’ call “RAMINI!”. . .  or “ISTOY!” for the ‘un-power’ call, much like “Narda!” of Darna… And then, this would be  usually followed by a commercial of Vino Kulafu – “makapabaskug makapabaskug sa kalawasan“… The “Mutya sa Saging Minantikan” is a story about Maria, a sweet and lowly girl who sells skewered fried bananas and draws special powers from  a magical amulet acquired from a banana inflorescence (heart). Other memorable shows were Tiban and Goliat of “Si Got da Wanderpol” and the boy with a magical flying/swimming horse for a twin. My most dreaded was the 6 pm horror show opened with the sound of howling dogs — I forgot the title but I’ll never forget the monsters “tabugok” that shows up during night time. I actually get nightmares from this show when I was a child.

Growing up during those times was really a different experience. You are only limited by your imagination. I’m sure my version of Ramini was different from that of my brothers’. With today’s technologies, children are habituated into a world fed by computer games and the internet. I can only wish that my niece, nephews, and cousins can experience the same freedom that we had.

{Photos from http://www.flickr.com/photos/roadsidepictures/}

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