My Karl Roy Experience

Hanging out with Karl Roy for me was a form of initiation into the world of events management.  I met Karl during my first job at the now defunct Station_01 Inc events company.  My then boss, Ricci, often asked me to keep an eye on Karl during shows to make sure I knew where to find him when it was time for Kapatid to go onstage.  Little did I know back then that this would be a true test of my abilities, as Karl had a habit of wandering off, since he apparently knew everyone around.  Luckily, I am pretty diligent, and I managed to keep track of him, at least for the most part.

One memorable night in Baguio.

I did lose Karl once, though.  It was during a Chippy Gimikada show in Baguio for the Panagbenga Festival in 2005.  Our stage was set up at the top of session road, and the whole street was jampacked with people.  I think it was Imago or Chicosci on stage, ten minutes left in their set, when Ricci turned to me and asked, “Where’s Karl?” 

To my bewilderment, I turned around and he wasn’t there.

Of course, I got screamed at for losing Karl with only ten minutes to go before he had to be onstage.  I enlisted the help of some of our other group mates and we went on a mad hunt for Karl on that super cold night.  He was eventually located, i think it was by Patman our sound guy, hanging out with a group of people, smoking, or was it eating grilled corn on the cob.  That memory is something that has stuck with me ever since, and whenever I have to attend to artists during a show, I remember that night in Baguio, and it always brings a smile to my face.

Massage Therapy: Kapatid Style (La Union, 2005)

Mementos and memorabilia. 

The other night, by chance, my husband was wearing the Chippy Panagbenga shirt to bed and I remembered my having to run after Karl that night.  At that moment, I realized I’d never be given the task of keeping an eye on him ever again because he was already gone.  And that realization made me very sad.

Karl recently performed in Festival Mall, where I now work, and I regret not making time to drop by and say hello during the gig. 

I may not have spent as much time with Karl as some of my friends have, and our friendship didn’t go beyond good times during events.  Come to think of it, I don’t even have a photo with him!  My other friends have a million and one more memories, more reasons to be devastated over his loss, and I can’t even begin to imagine how sad Kevin feels.  I never imagined I would be so deeply affected by his passing, but surprisingly, I am.  Over the past few days, memories have been springing up, music, moments and conversations remembered.  Good times from a not-so-long-time-ago with Karl and the rest of Kapatid.

Another “Where’s Karl?” Moment. We thought he had drifted off somewhere on the beach after sunset. We eventually found him sleeping under our rented hut, bottle of Red Horse in hand. (La Union, 2005)

One final memory.

The last time I saw him was at the Music Museum in 2008, at his benefit show after the stroke.  It broke my heart seeing Karl dragging his leg while walking, but I found it admirable how he kept on fighting.  And fight the good fight he did, many times before.  And now he can finally rest.

Tonight’s the last night of his wake, and I’m really hoping I can pass by (UPDATE: I actually got to go, yay). I know many people will be there for his final send-off.  He touched many hearts in his brief lifetime, and even in death, he continues to do so.  To simply have been in the same room as Karl Roy was an intense experience.  I’m sure many will agree.

Karl, I’ll see you when I see you.  This prayer’s for you.


About MrsC | Patricia Cuyugan

I am a happy mom and housewife. Outside of this, I'm also a writer, a crocheter, and a self-taught home cook. I'm part of a book club, and I enjoy binge-watching my favorite TV shows. I'm super entertaining on Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat! Follow me: MrsPCuyugan.

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