In 2008, I went to watch Incubus in Bukit Kiara.
All day long, we walked and ran from one stage to another. A treat! I say. I jumped to bands, whose songs that if it were to air on the radio, I'd change the channel in a millisecond, just for the heck of it!
When the time came, we were at the front (non-existent) row, the closest we could to the stage. We were so close that we were within a spitting distance from Brandon Boyd. Everyone's bopping heads were like a scene out of a Coca Cola ad. I remember trying to time freeze the moment in my head, recording every adrenaline pumped in my body, shuddering with the thought of The Incubus, themselves, was right in front of my face.
Halfway through their performance, I shared a bottle of a drink with a complete stranger next to me. I figured, we were smack right in the middle and there couldn't be any other way for me to quench my thirst anyway, so, to hell with it. She slithered in the crowd sandwiching us to the gate barrier and made her way to grab the bottle from the stage block in front and gave it to me. I couldn't be any more gracious than I was. I liked her from then on.
On stage, Incubus pulled their usual stint of walking away after a few songs that got everyone chanting for them. I, on the other hand, was cheering for them to play Stellar. The complete stranger glanced at me and smiled, immediately chanting for the same song too. When the band emerged from back stage and returned to their rightful instruments, we held hands for a brief moment and screamed our fucking lungs off (this time Brandon Boyd took his singlet off!) when DJ Kilmore spun the turntable to Stellar.
I still remember her face. And the feeling of our clasped hands together, her nails slightly digging into my palm in excitement. She reminded me of a girl I once knew when I was in our secondary school's Prom Committee. We shook hands, after. See ya around, we bade each other. But we never did come to that again.
Watching Incubus live was indeed a materialised three-fold utopian dream. The bend and thrust of that body made my year. I could go back to that night over and over again and my heart would still be jumping for fucking joy each time.
Honestly, I don't know any other way to end this update aside from..
Nyam nyam!
Kidding. But jokes aside..
Mok jilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Bye.
All day long, we walked and ran from one stage to another. A treat! I say. I jumped to bands, whose songs that if it were to air on the radio, I'd change the channel in a millisecond, just for the heck of it!
When the time came, we were at the front (non-existent) row, the closest we could to the stage. We were so close that we were within a spitting distance from Brandon Boyd. Everyone's bopping heads were like a scene out of a Coca Cola ad. I remember trying to time freeze the moment in my head, recording every adrenaline pumped in my body, shuddering with the thought of The Incubus, themselves, was right in front of my face.
Halfway through their performance, I shared a bottle of a drink with a complete stranger next to me. I figured, we were smack right in the middle and there couldn't be any other way for me to quench my thirst anyway, so, to hell with it. She slithered in the crowd sandwiching us to the gate barrier and made her way to grab the bottle from the stage block in front and gave it to me. I couldn't be any more gracious than I was. I liked her from then on.
On stage, Incubus pulled their usual stint of walking away after a few songs that got everyone chanting for them. I, on the other hand, was cheering for them to play Stellar. The complete stranger glanced at me and smiled, immediately chanting for the same song too. When the band emerged from back stage and returned to their rightful instruments, we held hands for a brief moment and screamed our fucking lungs off (this time Brandon Boyd took his singlet off!) when DJ Kilmore spun the turntable to Stellar.
I still remember her face. And the feeling of our clasped hands together, her nails slightly digging into my palm in excitement. She reminded me of a girl I once knew when I was in our secondary school's Prom Committee. We shook hands, after. See ya around, we bade each other. But we never did come to that again.
Watching Incubus live was indeed a materialised three-fold utopian dream. The bend and thrust of that body made my year. I could go back to that night over and over again and my heart would still be jumping for fucking joy each time.
Honestly, I don't know any other way to end this update aside from..
Nyam nyam!
Kidding. But jokes aside..
Mok jilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Bye.
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