This podcast will not be complete without a Shoegazer special. It had to be done.
Featuring: Slowdive, Chapterhouse, Jesus and Mary Chain, Lush, Ride, My Bloody Valentine, Cocteau Twins, Medicine, Catherine Wheel, and Pale Saints.
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I was contacted a few months back by a photo researcher re this photo from a gig I shot in Shanghai, China. Permission was granted, and photo credit will be made. I think there was some compensation agreed upon as well, but I guess I have to follow up on that detail of agreement.
I was promised a copy of the book as well. About a month ago, I was contacted by an online friend that he received the book (since he had some photos published on the book as well), and he wasn’t very pleased about how the conditions he arranged with the researcher wasn’t realized, since he had some photos published on the book as well.
And my copy of the book just arrived last week.
I have not been taking pictures, blogging, really doing anything that is considered productive by personal standards. Recorded on a Sunday afternoon, bored and restless.
Featuring: Medicine, I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness, Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah, The Go! Team, Luscious Jackson, Sugar, Kent, Koop, cody chesnuTT (yes, he spells it that way), and Miaou.
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The Ten Song Affair - Episode 11: Was Bored, So Its Back!
About this time last week, I was nursing a headache over sleep and ingested two paracetamol tablets over at The Manor Hotel in Camp John Hay, in Baguio city.
Dessert after lunch at The Manor Hotel, in Camp John Hay, Baguio City
No, it wasn’t exactly a vacation.
I was invited as a delegate to the Carnation Family Food Trip Tour organized by Appetite Magazine. The invite was a starred email for sometime over my Gmail account, until I realized that the event will be held in Baguio, and that it starts on a Friday, ends on a Saturday, my official days of rest from work. I’ve been meaning to go back to Baguio for some time now, since my last memory of it was spending the night with the family in the car en route to Ilocos years ago.
The first stop was a the Lenox Hotel in Dagupan, where we had past-noon lunch. The Peppercorn Crablets were easy, delicious targets, and the Steamed Milkfish in Cream Sauce was another highlight. Photos? Oh I’d refer you to the sites of the other bloggers who attended the event. I couldn’t find the mood then to go on photographer mode.
Entering Baguio was a welcome visual experience. The rain, the fog, and the odd fact that most of the commuter stops usually had two people seeking shelter: a man and a woman. Right then I dearly wished I just wouldn’t be spending one night in the city.
Chris Nolan (Memento, Batman Begins, The Prestige) made a good movie with The Dark Knight, but I found it flawed, out-of-balance. As typical of films of this type, I cannot remember chair-grabbing moments, since I was too busy processing information, and wasn’t provided enough space and time for that. Sure there were impressive ka-boom scenes, motor vehicles thrown inventively whirring along Gotham’s streets and tunnels, and all that unpredictable psycho-play with the Joker as architect, but who the hell was the audience rooting for to save the day? Sure it wasn’t The Dark Knight: his character development in the story was slim, shoddy, forced-to-impress, and he was too busy being bitter over Rachel Dawes, who in this offering, was only a story-peg to lead to a point. Jim Gordon? The story twist involving him was expected, and everything else comic fodder. Maybe it was Harvey Dent, because it was established well that he was indeed the White Knight of Hope Gotham needed via the caped, oddly hoarse-voiced vigilante.
But I was rooting for the Joker, the scene-stealer, to save my time and moviepass money. I wanted him to be the force that skews the storytelling, the contraption to bend the pounded nail (nail = Batman and his now-tired drama). The viewer is provided with an overplayed and menacing comic villain, gloriously underplayed and easily scary. This was no page off of Tim Burton’s gothic reference manual: this was an amazing movie-persona we are sadly now grieving over because Heath Ledger is dead.