Sunday, January 09, 2005

the last mosh

Yesterday, my friend and I went to a small live show held at Hard Rock Cafe by a band called butterfingers. The band is among my favorites, if not for their songs, its for their perseverance to improve our local music scene. The show was to promote their fifth and latest album titled 'Selamat Tinggal Dunia'. Prior to this album, the band have been singing in english. The band's last two album was a bit mellow for my liking, but i do respect the direction they are taking nonetheless.

The show kicks off with emmet (the vocals) singing an acoustic version of chrome. The song lyrics includes a chorus with the lines 'i guess i wasn't needed here'. Somehow i felt as though emmet was talking about the future of buttefingers. Or more about him and butterfingers.

When the whole band have asambled on stage and emmet finished singing the solo, the band goes into the songs from their new albums. Most of them are mellow songs, except for retroish 'Merpati Sejoli' and traditional fusion 'Tentang - tentang'. The crowd seemed quite happy with the song line up, moving and nodding in tune with the slow songs, while singging along with it. I was busy checking out the crowd at this time (the chicks mostly).

Then all hell breaks loose. They played their classics. The crowd went wild. People start to body surf. Shoelaces get untied. Cameras lose their batteries. Watches can't stay on. Chicks flee for cover. I lost it. Push. Shove. Jump. Head bang. Kick. Be kicked.

Two songs after that, I lost my breath and I'm begining to feel dizzy. So i moved out of the mosh pit, but i still can't catch my breath. I went to a less crowded area, but i'm getting sicker. I went to the toilet, thats when i lost my lunch and breakfast. I puked into toilet bowl (thank God) and felt like a drunk. It felt good after that. For a while at least. I didn't feel ok until we're out of hard rock and are walking back to KLCC. Drinking 100 plus seems to help me recover.

Moshing to butter's old songs reminds me of the old days. It felt good. I felt young and reckless again. Getting sick after only two songs, reminds me that I'm old. And reckless. Maybe its time to move on?

8 comments:

CremeBrulee said...

Aww man, I wish I was there to see it. You puke. And maybe some butterfingers to boot.

Anonymous said...

move on dude. u r to old for that shit
-iceroll-

Dila said...

hahah..
oh dear..
I think you're in a stage of age where perhaps u'll just have to attend something that is quiet and not smelled pungently of other armpit sweats,beers,urine,own pukes =p

Opera anyone?

taqiyuddin bakir said...

yeah creme, i sure would've liked someone to hold my hair out of my face when i puke.

taqiyuddin bakir said...

maybe i should dabble in those artsy fartsy classy high class rich yuppies activities eh dilla. operas, orchestras, one night stands and stand up comics?

Dila said...

wonder why do you sneak in the "one night stand"

taqiyuddin bakir said...

hmm maybe for some color? a bit of contrasting points might attract attention.. it did attract your didnt it?

iceroll said...

hehe. this entry is gooooodd..