Sure, the gig photography diet was something I have been deprived of for some time, and it had been part of my balikbayan itinerary to catch a few favorites again.
One thing I tend to miss when shooting gigs is a great chunk of the live performance experience. I’ve seen Oremuz play a few times before, but this is the first time I can wholeheartedly state that this is one world-class act. I cannot find anything to nitpick about them, and their music. Right after their set, I was approached by one of the vocalists, Shekhinah, about the possibility of exchanging contact information so I can share the shots I took, and I told her that their bassist, Russel, already messaged me inquiring about getting copies of photos I’ve taken of them since. I blamed my current OFW state for the delay in fulfilling their request. Later on, Russel asked me if I could tag along to any of their gigs, then I mentioned my being China-based, and she was quick to ask if I could the same, if ever they play in China.
I found no reason to say no to that.
The first time I saw Ode to LaLuna late last year, they were almost at the tail-end of a 20-something band lineup. This time, it felt like they were headliners of this small gig, with an album -which I tried to find in the record stores, but failed- and airplay over independent rock radio stations. I haven’t seen these girls (+1 guy now) radiate with that much confidence, I could not help but wallow in sheer joy that this band I’ve followed for some time were also my first subjects on the first hours of my birthday this year.
Not the band’s best gig, due to a less-than-ideal sound system, but I was just as happy to see The Shocking Details again, a band I believe deserves a lot more attention in the Pinoy rock scene.
My last gig happened the day before my flight back to Shanghai, were a handful of photos might deserve some exposure, though I’d rather want to remember that evening for a few more relevant and personal events instead.
Christmas Eve, 2011. Awoke early afternoon, hurried to the supermarket, bought ingredients for beef kaldereta which I volunteered to cook for noche buena later that day. Along with mostly Pinoy co-workers, we stuffed ourselves with food, and had an essentially wholesome but fun Christmas celebration until mid-morning, Christmas day.
Left alone at the apartment, I really can’t think of anything else to do until Tuesday, when work starts again.