Five years in: (some of) the earthings! story in photographs

Honestly, there really isn’t a lot of story to tell, unless I decide to act like a really big thing and insist that the mundane things earthings! has done over its five years of existence is worth telling. But isn’t it fun to be able to post a photo album of scenes captured from those five years – at least scenes that don’t involve me writing paragraphs in front of a laptop from my so-called desk, or sometimes at various hotels across the region – and say something about the “story” of earthings! across its five years of existence? Yes, right? So, well, here it is – a slightly random compendium of photos, of the people we met, the people we became friends with, and in between, some photos that didn’t quite make it to these pages. This is, after all, a personal blog masquerading as a music blog. You get the idea. [NB]

“…and I need you back.”

“Nature Trips” by Eyedress | I only heard of Eyedress in the past few weeks, when he joined the first night of Febfest, performing before Warpaint and Mogwai. (And then I saw a friend constantly retweet him.) His stuff isn’t normally what I’d get into: shimmering and pretty and initially easy, but for most, it’s hard to get to grips with. It sounds like a niche concern, the sort of thing enjoyed exclusively by club night organizers living in Ayala Alabang, one that I shouldn’t even bother trying to care about. I write about him, though – him being Idris Vicuña, two years younger than me – because of his little interview with The Guardian that was published yesterday. He was born here (I assume Tondo, judging from the interview) and moved to the United States with his family. He’s now based here, married to a Japanese model who’s living in her home country. He’s looking to live with her. If you don’t pay attention to those details, what he said in the interview could be controversial. “I want to get out of here ASAP,” he said of the Philippines. “This country’s sketchy, inefficient. I sound like the biggest complainer. There are good things. But when you’re from a place you bash it.” I’m torn to think if it’s his loneliness, or if it’s his having been to other places, of how the purportedly educated people deeply wish to leave a shitty Philippines. (I say so myself. I constantly daydream of record-buying in London.) But maybe I should not even bother trying to care about where he’s coming from. This is, after all, a niche concern, as is this attempt at a pseudo-intellectual, but ultimately bullshit, excuse for a review. [NB]