Shanghai Dispatch #13 or Was Out On a Weekend With a New Toy

This entry is an excuse to post photos from a gig I went to and took photos of two weeks ago:

Immanu El
Immanu El

I’m way past my post-rock phase, but I have nothing to gain by just staying in at the apartment for another weekend night. This would not make up for my missing the Mogwai gig last December (held in Shanghai, while I was vacationing back home), but I had to remind myself: its time to test the new camera.

Yep, the one thing I’ve always wanted to have, but have always postponed purchasing, since I came here for work last year, is now in my possession.

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Shot with an LG Optimus One phone, with the Vignette Android app

I had no plans to watch the Deftones concert last February 12, since I had to prioritize more important things. I got a Gold ticket for free though (right after the VIP section), so I went. As much as I wanted to shoot the concert, as apparent in this photo, I was too far from the stage to get good-enough shots.

No regrets here. My view wasn’t all that bad, and as much as I should be jealous as to how much interaction the band had with the VIP audience, I did get in with the only expense being going to and from the venue.

Also, I did listen to the Deftones voraciously before I got into photography. Oh, and would I even dare to slam at the pit (during the last few songs) with a DSLR in tow?

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NU107: A Listener’s Story

NU107 Last Goodbye

I learned about the news like most did, I guess. Contacts from the social networks were linking to a blog post hinting at the almost sure news that NU107 will be reformatting. My initial sentiment was indifference, since I haven’t listen to the station for such a long time. After being exposed to people exclaiming their sadness about the station going off the air, and by actually tuning to that end of the FM dial three days before its demise, a lot of the old memories I don’t usually delve on came back. Eventually, I found it important to be physically there during the send-off.

Back in the 90s, people I know listened to 97.1 LS or LA 105.9 for rock music. The norm would be LS, and since I was pretty much ahead of most when it came to listening to new stuff, I’d be one of those kids to ask about this Ligaya single by a new act called The Eraserheads that was gaining airtime over Triggerman’s show. The edgier rockers were of course pro-LA, and would involve themselves in the then popular hip-hop bashing movement, which I didn’t participate in. I think I was the only rocker kid in high school who can safely hang around with any of the warring factions.

Listening then to NU107 that time is like partaking in something reserved for the elite. That’s how I saw it, since only a handful from my social circle ever did make that claim to be a listener. However, I’m that guy who started listening to jazz from 88.3 Citylite by himself in sixth grade, and that guy who also listened to the Top 40 fodder from 99.5 RT early high school, while no one from my family or from school listened to any music played on either of those stations. Obviously, I had a huge appetite for music, and labels never really mattered much to me.

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Unwelcoming 2010

Hostile on the new year, eh?

That’s not as hostile as my first choice for blog title: 2009 You Bastard, 2010 You Bitch.

Though now that the holidays are over, expectations of daily life has normalised, and there’s none of that bloated, hopeful feeling, I now finally possess that settled feeling. December was the hardest, considering its where my birthday, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve converge.


Like most difficult predicaments this year, music was there to the rescue. I’ve always found it corny when people say music saved their lives blah blah, but now I understand: music doesn’t disappoint, people do.

On my sickbed this August, there were the dancing ladies of Perfume. On those overly emotional commute to work, there was the hope-laded pop-rock anthems of Kaela Kimura (I’ve discussed both acts on a previous post). On New Year’s Eve, the last chance that anyone could really cheer me up, I discovered ukulele geek-girl Tsuji Ayano.

There’s a more elaborate post on Ayano on my music blog here.


The first half of New Year’s Eve was at work. I had expectations, but then I had a backup plan: buy pansit, make that festive food that night. However, after confirming via a phone call that this pansit place was open and was located where I would usually pass on the way to the bus terminal home -it was still listed as part of the now non-existent Fiesta Carnival on online directories- and locating the place, I resorted to doing the groceries to cook my own pansit. The pansit restaurant, which normally had the usual chairs and tables, was converted on that day to look like a busy phone billing area in the mall, an offsite horse-race betting place, an airline ticketing office on peak promo days. I was too tired and emotional to bother.

I cooked a Quezon special, sweet pansit chami, too much of it that I still have a plateful of it on the ref. Got sugar-free vanilla ice cream, too, which I realized was almost double the expected price on the checkout counter. No matter, I deserve this ice cream.

I damn well deserve that ice cream.

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