KINSA MAN JUD: SI PINOT O SI ANDY?

To those who know, or once woke up near sa ihawan or abattoir in Hilongos, you’ll remember this well: the sun barely rising, the clang of knives, the steam of hot water — and the unmistakable soundtrack of two voices battling it out with pure, soulful delivery.

Pinot, proudly shirtless with a belly that told many stories (mostly involving SanMIg), belting out power ballads like he owned the morning air.

Then there’s Andy, in a porkblood-stained sando, gripping a lit cigarette while giving his all to “Delilah” like Tom Jones himself might've paused and said, “Kuyaw sad ni siya.”

No microphone. No karaoke machine. Just lungs, liver, and lifelong confidence.

Now here’s the question: Kinsa jud ang mas maayo ug tingog? Was it Pinot with his raw raspy lung power, or Andy with the unexpected falsetto that sometimes cracked — but always from the heart? Tubaga ang pangutana sa 'Tingog sa Ihawan' Award circa 80s...