My Remembrance of Quijano de Manila
Well, let me tell you this; there's so many things written or people writing about him: some, too fancy or academical, some really quite a bore. Let me get it straight...He likes Cole Porter, practically anything that is Porter. Right from the first bar, he'll start swinging his hands like a maestro conducting a big band. Now, why do I know that? Well, I should know...I played in front of him many times, and I love the way he asked for his favorite tune...He'll raise one hand to catch your attention, points his finger at you, and will quickly say....."Cole Porter!" Now that is style.... the man simply got it. I never approached him, and he never came near us. But when he is in the hotel lobby, he would gaze around to find me. Then that great nod. I knew then my evening would be a swing. No! When he's there, I won't start my set with his Porter. No...no. I will wait for him to tell me. He has his rituals. He must have his San Mig first. He must have