[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
There were no fanciful costumes. No heroic fighting with beasts. No spectacular stunts. No sleek basketball moves. Just pure musical talent.
Last night, $130 poorer, tired and achy, I was almost unenthusiastic about attending his concert. "Incomparable to Jay" - the long awaited Jay Chou world tour, yet I couldn't feel the hype. I guess I was kept waiting too long. Not that the headache caused by the stupid taxi helped (motion sickness. urgh.) Well, I did feel a little guilty that I was sullen and complaining of my discomfort with Grace around. As a Jay fan, I should have shown more moral support for Jay, especially in front of my best friend who's not a fan and forked out the same amount as me to attend this concert (oops...).
Anyhow, amidst screaming fans with glow in the dark banners and colourful light sticks, the headache slowly left me and adrenaline started to seep in. Then there were fireworks. And there came Jay from above.
Doing numbers from his latest album as well as all time favourites like "An Jing" (I tell you, his version is still better than that idol-wannabe, Sylvester. Because it's the original). I was lala-ing along more than singing because there were parts I couldn't follow (like the rapping. way too advanced for me)
Though I was not as hyped up as I was last January during his 2003 concert (or it could be that I've matured since then...hmmm) I was genuinely impressed with his musical talent. For one, he didn't forget his lyrics. Which most Jay fans will know, is a mistake he has the tendency to commit.
Of course, other than perfect pitching and intact lyrics, he literally blew me away when he whipped out a chinese flute. Then, sitting at a shiny white grand piano, my jaw dropped in awe when I saw his deft fingers move over the black and white keys (i also thought of my regular clanking and felt embarrassed). At the finale, he rose to the stage with his guest performers, Nan Quan Mama and Landy - with a drum set.
He reminded me why I like him in the first place. Not looks, not so much of voice and showmanship, but pure musical talent - is the reason why I am his fan.
This morning after, there are no withdrawal symptoms from last night's concert (except maybe, a bit of a sore throat). Just a revived, unexpressed surge of admiration for Jay and his love for music. I wish him a greater success ahead and a continual growing fan base (hopefully more mature people like me and less girly screechy fans.... what am i thinking? that's impossible). Inspired, I shall retreat to the piano and make some Sunday noise while relishing the memory of Jay playing "Flight of the Bumblebee"...
[Time of Confession] 9:57 AM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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