Lately, I've been listening to my favorite foreign bands such as My Chemical Romance and All-American Rejects. I've actually been listening to Taylor Swift. It wasn't until last night that I realized how much I've been missing.
I learned of this gig last June when Una Buendia, Ely's daughter, tweeted about it. Immediately, I got the details, paid for the tickets, and there, I got vouchers for me and my boyfriend. We've actually been looking forward to this event since June given that we both are solid Eraserheads fans. The announcements specified that he'd be performing his greatest hits, and we knew, from that point, that we should expect A LOT of Eraserheads songs.
|My Idol :)|
|With Ken. Thanks, Gela and Butch, for the picture! :)|
As it ended, we were in denial. My boyfriend and I kept saying that there's going to be more, but as the crowd withdrew from the stage and as the number of people in the area dwindled, we had to face the truth. But being the persistent youth that we are, we managed to stay behind with hopes of seeing Ely one more time. We stood there for about an hour. While waiting, we saw many of Ely's relatives and friends. I wanted to have a picture taken with them, but I think I got too shy. Una Buendia passed by A MILLION TIMES but I didn't have the guts to approach her. I even saw Eon wearing a hoodie and a weird monster mask. After an hour of standing, acting cool, and interpreting the bouncers' actions, we finally caught sight of Ely as he left his dugout wearing a black shirt and a black cap. He was escorted by his family and by his current flame, Shawn Yao. I felt like a paparazzi as my boyfriend took pictures. Actually, we were the only ones taking pictures. Paparazzi much. Moving on, we left as soon as Ely's gang left Hardrock Cafe. We watched as Ely's gang boarded the designated vehicle. Finally, we were homebound.
|The paparazzi-ish picture|
Last night was very significant in many ways. First, it brought back the old songs that I've almost forgotten, or those that I've simply left in an old box in the attic of my memory. It made me remember a lot of things that I haven't thought of in a long time. It made me remember who I was: this simple girl who loved everything Eraserheads. This simple girl who listened to their songs for encouragement, for inspiration, for happiness, and for any other reason. And yes, it reminded me that I'm still that girl, and that I've simply gotten lost somewhere along the way. Thankfully, last night, I managed to get back on track again. Though I may not listen to their songs as often as I did before, their songs will always have this magical effect on my heart whenever I listen to them. But, most importantly, because of last night...
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