What are the chances of a Bride requesting for a Smashing Pumpkins song for her Same Day Edit?

One in a thousand.

And that one chance happened last January 3.

In the phonecall during the drive up to Tagaytay, she mentioned Tonight Tonight was her one and only choice.  Adding that she ranks SP up there with the Beatles. I couldn’t agree more.

Pressed for time (as always), we managed to finish the SDE. The playback was overwhelming! Never would have I imagined Corgan blaring through speakers in full volume, strings soaring, drums pounding.  I hope you enjoy watching this as I had much as we had putting it together.

Monica and Franco from Jason Magbanua on Vimeo.

Lomomanila in cooperation with Smart Communications, Fuji YKL, Linksys and Geiser Maclang presents Lomolove Too. A month long lomography exhibit and party. Exhibit runs from Nov 10 till Dec 1 at the Blacksoup Projects Gallery, Cubao Expo, QC. Exhibit launch and party this Saturday, starting at 8 pm with live performances by The Dawn, Cambio, Taken By Cars, the Ronnies, Top Junk, Corporate Lofi, Ang Bandang Shirley, Pasok Mga Bwitre and more.

some recent snaps…

pagbilao, quezon

hot sand on the knees…

love ko ‘to

love ko s’ya

“And now I’m going to say something corny, thanks to you for being such an appreciative audience. Now here’s another song about killing yourself.” - Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails/HongKong

Angst is a word you pick up in Philo 101 in college. A catchall term you use for all the frustration you feel when you can’t score a date, when you’re broke and when you’re flunking your subjects. Now like all proper “angst-ridden” teenagers, you have to have a soundtrack to your pitiful, despicable existence. Back in my day you could listen to Linger by the Cranberries, Minsan by the Eraserheads, Silent all these Years by Tori Amos. I listened to all of them. And I also listened to Nine Inch Nails.

Nothing beat NIN when it comes to pained, angry songs. Perfect accompaniment to those rainy nights of doom and gloom.

College was a silly time. You think you had big-ass problems. But wait ’til you graduate sonny-boy, the real misery is yet to begin.

What’s your soundtrack when you wallow in misery?

It’s not everyday that one of the bands who wrote half the soundtrack of your life flies in and performs in our teensy part of the world.

This time shopping was the gravy, it was Mr. Smith we flew in for.

With his amazing guitar prowess and vocal range faithful to the albums, you woudn’t think the guy was pushing 50.
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