Obviously, blogging was pushed far back in the shelf of priorities this 2015. Instagram has taken over the diary role, despite being blocked in China. Wechat, too, though less thought was put in curating content there.
Photo source from the official event site here.
@JAM was a Japanese idol event held last June 28, at the QSW Culture Center, where I had zero chance to take out the camera and shoot the concert.
So, why am I going at all?
BORIS – QSW Culture Center, March 13
Five Japanese rock music events this year in Shanghai, makes it less compelling to really to plan for a trip to the music’s country of origin, really. It should happen, but I’ve seen most of who I wanted to see in this lifetime. I will make an unquestionable exception for them, though.
Emilie Simon – QSW Culture Center, March 19
I first heard Emilie Simon almost a decade ago from a lovely French-Chinese girl I met at a rock festival in Shanghai. I had the chance to watch a gig of hers back home some years after, but it didn’t get enough press, and I found out only the day after the event. I think she performed here last year, but it was one of those gigs I’ve inexplicably missed (like, oh, Behemoth, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, DJ Shadow), and greatly regretted not going.
The break to the nine-month blogging hiatus is going to be about what has become a regular, semi-daily routine for me: biking.
My first bike here was an Oyama folding bike, which I bought on my first year. The justification in getting one boiled down to why-not, because-I-can, and this-is-China-bikes-are-everywhere. I chose a folding bike mainly because of my apartment situation (fourth floor, no elevator). Yes, I can park the thing somewhere else relatively safe, but it will surely stick out all black and shiny, among its rusty, dilapidated cohorts. Several years and apartments later, I decided to not have anything to do with it -and biking- after an accident. Yes, it didn’t really go far, and the most excitement I had with it was going around, scouting photo opportunities during Chinese New Year festivities, and riding the Huangpu River ferry from Pudong to a stop around The Bund.
I swore off bikes for a time, until when I had to use one to ride a bike trail with a group around Yangshuo (read about it here) late June, last year. Riding almost non-stop for 6 hours had me crawling for my bed -since I could not stand on two feet- at the hostel right after, but the realization that I had enough stamina to go through this means one thing for the solo-traveller self: I may not have the knees or footing to trek mountains, but maybe, just maybe, I’m a competent-enough biker.