not all was lost.
from the first chord of magasin, to the last stray note of toyang, the eraserheads (plus jazz) gave us the show we've waited 6 months (and 6 years) for. made especially poignant by the passing of a friend and collaborator, the final set (or to be accurate, four final sets) was all us fans could hope for and more.
the energy. the crowd. the shared knowledge, and the new tricks. the hard banging and the smooth sailing. the effort to make this not just a sequel but also an experience in its own right seemed to have paid off.
tease me. buddy, why did you have to run the bassline for the fabulous baker boy (and not sing)? same goes for marcus and combo on the run. hmpf.
versions. huwag mo nang itanong, di ko sasabihin sa 'yo (eh di 'wag.); kailan lounge ( so pretteeeeeeee); and alapaap lite. headspin.
name that tune. i admit that i'm not the biggest eraserheads fan. but my friend lin, who i don't think is as rabid a fan as i am, stumped me by beating me to the title of spoliarium. though i managed to beat her the other five times.
what genius. as the show went on, lin realized just how many eraserheads songs were actually really good. as in non-alienating, radio-friendly good. and because my head was muddled by alternative poser shit, i also just realized, they were good.
it was not a perfect night; for me, it was perilously close to being ruined. but you know what? i don't care anymore. because when ely called out for marcus for the impromptu set, i heard the proverbial click. history was made, and they made it good.
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