Chasing Ghosts in Baguio: A Drummer's Rainy Night
the moment i rolled into baguio with my kit strapped to a beat-up jeepney, the fog was so thick i thought my cymbals might disappear. 1698596 - that's what the old drummer at the session called the code for 'haunted venue.' turns out, it's also the timestamp of my weirdest gig yet. the weather? 25.22°c but feels like 25.81°c - basically, the air's hugging you like a clingy ex. humidity's at 77%, so my snare's tuning went all over the place.
i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.
"don't play 'smoke on the water' after midnight,"
the bartender warned, polishing a glass with a rag that probably had its own ghost. i laughed, but then the power cut out and my kick drum started vibrating on its own.
if you get bored, *la trinidad and itoigawa are just a short drive away. but honestly, with fog this thick, you might end up in a completely different decade.
overheard a couple of art students whispering about the session road underground scene - apparently there's a speakeasy behind a laundromat where the barista doubles as a tarot reader. i heard that the espresso there is strong enough to wake the dead.
for food, someone told me that the good taste cafe* serves the best midnight sinigang - perfect for when your stomach's growling louder than your double pedal. check it out on yelp if you're brave enough to navigate the stairs in the dark.
