Jeff Cuyubamba was born in Manhattan, and after a short detour in The Bronx spent his formative years in the neighboring borough of Queens. The first-generation son of Peruvian immigrant parents, he learned, like many before him, the value of a strong work ethic, am appreciation of the multi-cultural tapestry of the city and, in what was to be an turning point, a deep and longstanding appreciation of music.
His first exposure to photography came in junior high school, when at the age of 16 he learned how to process black-and-white film and embarked on capturing images on a regular basis. Afterwards, upon entering college, he joined the Queens College school newspaper, The Phoenix, as its photoeditor, and soon found himself learning how to work in a publishing environment. It was at this time, with the influence of the newspaper's music editors, he also found himself exploring new and emerging sounds.
Combining his love for photography with his passion for capturing the immediacy of the moment, Mr. Cuyubamba began many years of attending underground garage-music performances in the mid-1980s with camera in hand, capturing what was then not just a little-known genre but also a small yet close-knit group of fans and musicians bound by their love of an obscure music from a bygone era.
His photos, set against a backdrop of a much more dangerous and gritty New York City, show a side not seen by many. As Mr. Cuyubamba says, "Venues were anything from dilapidated movie houses and rundown 'old-man' bars to ad-hoc performance spaces in the drug-plagued areas of the Lower East Side. With the gentrification of these areas still a far-off dream, space was easy to find and landlord/owners more than willing to make a few dollars from otherwise unprofitable areas.
Yet, despite overwhelming indifference from the public at large (as well as even from progressive radio stations), there was a certain pride among the musicians and fans they they were performing and enjoying music that was more honest and real than what was popular at the time.
As music became more of a business, these stalwarts continued to believe that at its core, their music could not be robbed of its passion and primacy, commercialism be damned.
By the early to mid 1990s, with New York on the rebound, performance spaces were either demolished or cleaned up into more profitable operations. People moved on, and what was left of the scene quietly faded away to wait for another renaissance of eager youngsters ready to revive it, this time across the river in Brooklyn.
Jeff Cuyubamba is now an art director at a financial publishing company in New York City. |