The aftermath. Pictures, write-ups, chuckles.
Well, if I cannot be there, then I can at least read up on all those reports of how some of the acts rocked, and majorly so, up north in Bangkok; either by strutting smugly onstage, kissing the almighty microphone, and still maintaining the epitome of godly coolness; or by simply launching themselves into a fiery performance that will stick to the minds of those who were there, for a long, long time.
So. That was over and done with.
Now, I am reading and making mental notes of who will be heading down south to Singapore to be part of the Norwegian duo’s audience.
Short of making myself sound like a stalker, I think that yes – I will look out to the crowd from my vantage point at Circle 2 (HAHAHAHAHA – uhm, ahem) and try to spot who’s who. I read a lot, you see.
But hey, it is okay. Tickets are now sold out.
Still, anticipation turns into apprehension. I wonder how this trip is going to be like.
Plenty of unwanted digging done over the weekend. Things now sound annoyingly crisp, sharp, and clear. But both my ears hurt.
Yes, that means I have been living in a somewhat muffled world all this while, and I did not even know it.
How utterly sad.