Remembering "Sir Bobot"
On the raised platform: Irineo "Sir Bobot" Carritero Every day I see him walk with his back straight and his head held up high. I watch as he marches to the beat of any band that passes by our house, his feet never missing a beat. I notice how he would tap his feet when he hears a drum being played, hum or dance at the sound of a song he likes and tap his fingers in time with the music playing. I see him stand up in front of the band and conduct it like a true blooded bandmaster. And in him, I remember Sir Bobot. My son Ynnoh is the exact epitome of my father. He has this inborn love for music and a good ear that can hear a band playing from a mile away. We would watch the Drum and Bugle Corps practicing while he either conducts in front of the playing members or march his feet, correctly, behind them. He would watch TV and tap his feet or fingers in time with the music. He would sing the songs he hears, although not very articulately, but with correct tunes. Thin...