tee ass toe - smelly, sweaty, hot
Despite being a world-class DJ who has been voted number 1 (in 2002,03,04), Tiësto's performance in MOS was rather mediocre, and well, a huge disappointment to his faithful supporters (like me).
The queue (those without priority tickets) at MOS started forming up distinctively at around 7pm; with like minded 'fans' queuing up as early as 6.30pm, in anticipation that MOS would be crowded way before the stipulated timing and entry made impossible. Nobody wants to miss this rare chance of catching Tiësto live in Singapore and high hopes have been imbued into him for crafting out a high energy night. 9+pm, the doors opened and yea, one step closer to seeing Tiësto live!
Ironically at around 11+pm, the crowds were already hailing the DJ as god and chanting "Tiësto!" in unison. However, they failed to identify that it was the resident DJ (Damien Saint or whoever) and not Tiësto who was behind the decks. They paid $38-$42 (way above the normal cover charge) to catch Tiësto without even knowing who he is. How absurd.
By the time Tiësto took over the decks, the dancefloor was already packed like sardines. Everyone warm, sweaty and there were barely enough space for us to stand and let alone, dance. The dance platforms were unstrategically positioned and obstructed our view. The lightings for the DJ platform were way too dim and we couldn't really see what Tiësto was doing up there. Despite having played in most (if not all) of the prestigious clubs and big-scale dance events in the world, Tiësto's technical abilities on the turntable that night was atrocious. He can't even beatmatch precisely! His selection of tracks (boring tunes which i couldn't ID) were also unlike his livesets that i've heard before. What's more ? He wasn't even enjoying himself (saw from the projection screen) - a signature style of him in all his live events.
Being squeezed in a supposedly big and spacious, but apparently small dancefloor was bad enough. Having paid $42 to catch an underperforming DJ made it worse. And i've yet to mention the visual effects - banal and repetitive. Overrated DJ in an overrated club ? Just my 2cents worth. arghz.
Stuck at home
Dark clouds enshrouded the morning skies and ushered in the rain that followed closely behind it; indirectly dictating an irrevocable truth - i can't swim today! What a whimsical way to kick start the day...
The serenity of a neighbourhood (especially HDB's) in the day need not be in direct relation to the number of inhabitants (sans those working/schooling/not-at-home): sound level is likely to rise as with the increase in inhabitants, but this is not always the case. With the deafening roar of drills and tools wailling inexorably and tearing the silence apart, no number of rantings from pissed-off neighbours can outlast its dominance in the neigbourhood. No number of complaints to the authorities can stop it; for its approved for. So how can people who happens to be at home, wants to rest, seek solace or solitude in the comfort of their home do so now - in such a disruptive environment ?
That's why i don't like to stay at home during the day, i'd rather be out. I don't want to be stuck at home (although i can still go out on a rainy day, but it really dampened my day (right at the start)). urghz.
Phone?
The uncouth manner of talking loudly over the mobile phone will just give away your supposedly 'private' conversation to curious passer-bys. But this course of action might just be inadvertent as our mobile phones are always set to its maximum volume due to the incessant concoction of loud noises in our environment. As the volume gets louder, its also an innate human reaction to speak louder.
When you're onboard a public transport, the action of talking loudly will not only disrupt the peace in the enclosed space, but you'll also start to find commuters staring at you discreetly; somewhat judging you based on your few minutes stint. With just a short piece of conversation being overheard, one can easily decipher basic facts (the who, what, when, where ,how) from you, with you still mesmerized in a world of your own. I've seen infuriated people hurling abuses into their phone, people sweet talking into their phone, people discussing work related materials over the phone...et cetera, and ultimately, people using 3 languages in one sentence over the phone.
I was ascending a flight of stairs when i heard this: "
Ni de ah yi bah lu buoey zik gai second hand
gai gang qing." (meaning: your aunt just bought a 2nd hand piano). I think this is the beauty of being multi-lingual - you will always find a word from another language to replace a word that you've conveniently forgotten.
For an angel
Despite being a 1998 single, Paul van dyk's - "For an angel" , till today, has already emerged itself as a dancefloor anthem - one which possesses an unsurpassable and undeniable appeal in capturing the hearts and souls of clubbers, making them groove religiously over its euphoric and upbeat elements. Agnelli & Nelson played it @ Zouk, the crowd went crazy. PVD played it @ Zouk and St. James Powerhouse, the crowd went crazy. TR played it @ Milkbar, the crowd went crazy. The list goes on and the crowd still went crazy over "For an angel" - a truly remarkable and amazing tune i'd say; a classic tune in its highest attainment. One of my all time favourites too!
Tiësto will be spinning @ MOS next friday and i think he'll be churning out wicked tunes just like his mixsets. Just Be Tiësto-ed.
