The scouting for gigs part of doing gig photography one would actually make way for, spend time on, is running on the slim side these days. Sure, there are some foreign acts visiting, but then, I’m not your usual I-shoot-anything-basta-music dude. Not that I have the highest standards, but like any sort of creative output, being popular and/or being not of-our-shrores doesn’t kindle my interest instantly.
Saguijo would usually be my default location, despite it being too far from where I normally am. I’m used to the shooting conditions, and the no-smoking policy is a big plus. I like Route 196 for how homey it feels, but it does feel too cramped. Club Dredd? I don’t know what happened, with it being the closest to work, but I don’t hear much from it anymore, with no band lineup signs outside, too. I haven’t been to the new Penguin cafe, nor to the Cubao X of the south, B-side. Cubao X? I’m too square to be a Cubao X habitue.
I was at Cubao X a few weeks ago to attend a photography exhibit, where I met poet/singer/songwriter Jess Santiago, who I’ve known since the 90s, most significantly because he 1) was played over at LA105.9, and that 2) he has an album called Obando, his hometown, and my hometown as well. I was without camera, but got to borrow one at that time when he was requested to perform, with a borrowed electric guitar.