Long lines and even longer hours; deafening screams of every girl; blinding, flashing camera lights; I blend into the crowd, up close, I saw them. Then there was quiet. There was a second of calm inside my untamed brain. And I shout with all my regained energy. I saw them. In the flesh. With my own two eyes. It was surreal.
THE MEET & GREET
In my seemingly directionless life at the moment — I am not exaggerating nor am I trying to sell anything out of this — I have found a kind of comforting, shining light in the music of The 1975. They have given me more than a calming melody, an opiating language, and a soul-soothing music. They have kept me company. They have kept me going. Hence, it was never a question of whether I was going to see them (when they come back to Manila) or not, but rather how can I see them. As expected, due to my unfortunate situation which I'd rather not discuss, my dream to see them then was no way near possible. Many times I wished they were in the same island so I could have even the hopes of seeing them perform in local underground bars or running into them in the street. So perhaps, just a tad of understanding, you could imagine my inexplicable joy when it all turned into reality. Eyes wide shut, all ears open, my mind's silent screams and soul's flying-like feeling, there they were. And again. They were there.
THE CONCERT
You can say that every concert is special in their own ways. And they are. Because what the hell, listening to your favorite songs is one thing. Actually hearing them being performed live is another. Every time, the experience is different. But there is always that certain kind of feeling that you only feel during that particular moment.
Music can truly heal you or even save you. And in life full of disappointments, these are one of the rare moments you really live for. God, how I sang my heart out when they continuously played my favorite songs. I did not want it to end. Because despite the rough past couple of months, they still made it unbelievably better.
(c)
PS: apologies for the crappy iPhone quality; they looked seriously better (and closer) in real life.
In my seemingly directionless life at the moment — I am not exaggerating nor am I trying to sell anything out of this — I have found a kind of comforting, shining light in the music of The 1975. They have given me more than a calming melody, an opiating language, and a soul-soothing music. They have kept me company. They have kept me going. Hence, it was never a question of whether I was going to see them (when they come back to Manila) or not, but rather how can I see them. As expected, due to my unfortunate situation which I'd rather not discuss, my dream to see them then was no way near possible. Many times I wished they were in the same island so I could have even the hopes of seeing them perform in local underground bars or running into them in the street. So perhaps, just a tad of understanding, you could imagine my inexplicable joy when it all turned into reality. Eyes wide shut, all ears open, my mind's silent screams and soul's flying-like feeling, there they were. And again. They were there.
You can say that every concert is special in their own ways. And they are. Because what the hell, listening to your favorite songs is one thing. Actually hearing them being performed live is another. Every time, the experience is different. But there is always that certain kind of feeling that you only feel during that particular moment.
(c)
PS: apologies for the crappy iPhone quality; they looked seriously better (and closer) in real life.
