Crush of the Month: Larry, The Boss

On my last night in Boracay, I was walking down the beachfront with my relatives when a rock band seized my attention and its leader grabbed my heart:

Larry of The Boss Band Boracay on Bass and Vocals

I couldn’t explain what took over me that night when I heard and watched this Larry perform. I was just staring at him. My heart palpitating. I was holding my breath. My ears were blocking everything else. It wasn’t just his voice, no. There was something charming about him. He switched from a song in English to Tagalog to Chinese (!) to Tagalog to English.

He was singing Lady Gaga’s Poker Face and the audience were all smiles, laughing, because somebody from the crowd requested it. Poker Face, soft rock, dig that. After 3 to 5 songs, my cousins left one by one, telling me they’d go ahead. I said I’ll hang around and they could come back for me after their stroll.

For 3 more songs, I listened to the band. That time, it was the crackpot Basti who was performing. He was more rock-star-ish than Larry but he looked a little weird for my taste because he’s wearing a very long red checkered skirt, black stockings and leather shoes. On top of his white shirt, he wore a basketball jersey. But he rocks. He belted out Sweet Child of Mine, no sweat.

During breaks, there were fire dancers as interval to their backbreaking performances. When they returned for the 3rd set, I walked to the other side of the tent, by the beach.

The experience was surreal. I was sitting alone on Boracay’s white sand one August evening, listening to strangers who were playing Aerosmith, the Beatles, and Guns n Roses, and I was looking at Larry and his long wavy hair being swept by the sea breeze, as he smiled at the crowd and drank a bottle of Red Horse onstage nonstop.

It was so sexy. Rock band. Sea breeze. Beer. And a million stars.

The Boss (photos from their Facebook fan page)