BORIS / tricot / How To Count One To Ten / December

BORIS

BORISQSW 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.

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Emilie Simon / This Will Destroy You / Low

Emilie Simon

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.

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Biking In and Around Shanghai

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.

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