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Tinkle and thunder

By Butch Dalisay | May 21, 2012 - 12:00am

This very day, somewhere in Eastern Visayas, the tinkle of gongs and the thunder of drums will be waking up the countryside, mesmerizing children and adults alike and causing them to feel, at least for a precious...

Arts and Culture

Playing on the native drum

By Raymond Maribojoc | June 13, 2004 - 12:00am

No matter how modern or sophisticated we may think we are, there is something in us that still responds to the throb of skin drums, the undeniable stirring to the resonance of a Maguinadanaoan kulintang, and a remembrance...

Starweek Magazine