I’m still dazed….lump-in-the-throat….suffering from a bad archu-hangover.
So. The 3 diehard crazed-up archu-aunties: shuyee, sheba and trace – made their pilgrimage to Manila – (Sheba arrived a day later since she wanted to first pay homage to The Great One in Jakarta) …
Zoomed to KLIA….zoomed to the hotel to chuck away our luggage…….zoomed to Megamall to catch the M&G – where we joined the huuuge, chaotic and upbeat crowd. We collected our M&G passes….mingled with the crowd and waited with bated breath for the impending doom of our sanity – the arrival of The Beloved Imperial One.
When he finally arrived, the show of love and welcome to him was deafening…..and it went on and on and on…..! He stood there, in the centre of the stage, grinning his devillishly angelic grins (I call them “evil” sometimes), proudly surveying his hoards of loyal and devoted subjects…….soaking in the love and adoration……speechless for several minutes……no way could he have been heard at this juncture for the cheering and screaming.
When the thunder and lightning somewhat simmered down, he spoke about his happiness of having returned to Asia.
Then he sang SBM acapella and his beautiful voice filled every nook and corner of the open lobby, right up to the people perching on the 3rd level.
Then a queue was formed for those who had M&G passes.
The last time when I met him in Singapore, I avoided as much as possible the onslaught of his eyes. That strategy led me to a life of total regret. So this time, I was going for another kind of strategy – to look straight into his face and let Fate dictate my destiny – come destruction and ruin or whatever………..
So, I approached The Great One:
Me: David……Malaysia calliiiinngg…..(in a musical tone – you know what I mean)
David: Hi! You’re from Malaysia! (the guys who stood around him and who were assisting him
nodded in approval……..or was it my imagination?)
Then I deliberately took a longer time than necessary to place his pic infront of him for his signature. There was no one shoving or prodding me (like in Spore) to move on, so I took my liberties.
Me: See the TOSOD bandana? AAm made it. (pointing to the bandana tied around my arm)
He looked at it and smiled his evil (I mean, beautiful) smile.
Then, something strange came knocking on my tongue and I said something that surprised even myself.
I bent down towards him and half-whispered:
“You must not eat too much spicey food…it’s bad for your voice…”
Oh Angels above, what kind of greeting is that?!
Why am I saying all these mama-things and auntie-things to him?
Has he cast another spell on me again? Blast!
And then, you know what happened?
He looked up from his signing…. looked straight into my eyes (hooray!) (I mean, Help!!) and, with sharpie still in hand, he gave me the cheekiest and most mischievous grin I have ever seen……a grin I had never seen on my computer screen before. I swear I could have fainted there and then and floated away to never-never land or somewhere I know not where……….never to be seen again……..
So, that was it – my “look- at – him- straight-in-the-face” challenge.
That man is not just “sweet and innocent”, I tell ya!
He is also “very dangerous”! 🙂
Look at him at your own peril!
🙂 🙂 🙂
The next evening was the concert……the concert we’ve been waiting for like a thousand years……
By then we’ve established some firm friendships with some amazing Pinoy Archies who have worked laboriously to spread David’s music and name the past few years. It was such an honour meeting them.
We were in the 6th row from the stage. The 2 tallish guys infront of us, with sort off thick tufts of hair, graciously consented to sliding down a little on their seats so that we could have a better view of David when he appears. All these efforts were rendered unnecessaary because:
The moment David was spotted sprinting out onto the stage, all hell broke loose………..every single person leapt out from their seats in unison ….with a thunderous uproar of cheers and screams…… to the hot hot strains of STR…………….it was an amaaazzzzzingly craaazy…maaad …..1 1/2 hours of bogeying……screaming….yelling-his-name………jumping……..cheering……..stomping………wolf-whistling……..and frantic waving of glow-sticks and things like arms and legs and heads I no-longer-know-what they were because I was doing all that myself too……….
He took me/us by his personal private magic carpet that zoomed into a Heaven of the 7th level..or maybe 8th…or 9th… where only The Archulator can take us.
He took us to the chasms of his inner heart with Heaven and EAM……….to the giddy heights and delirium with ZG …..to the purity and pristineness of MKOP……to the fun and quirkiness of Elevator……to the haunting depths of our souls with FS……….
Every song – he sang with passion and commitment to his listeners………
He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand…
It’s no wonder God gave him such large hands…………. 🙂
An interesting observation:
I’ve made some rather negative comments about EAM a couple of weeks ago after a couple of listens, that David’s voice sounded strained in the CD, and that the song was rather mediocre. I stand shamefully corrected. A serious amendment must be made. EAM is now one of my favourite songs from him – there was no strain in his voice – his emotions were passionate but tender – what I heard was very very beautiful and immensely heartfelt…..
At one point during SBL, we the audience actually serenaded him. All he did was point the mike at us and we sang and sang for him…….he was quite amused……and definitely vey happy that we knew all the lyrics and that we loved him so much….
Yes. Getting tix now for our very own KL show would be a wise move.
You would not want to live in remorse the rest of your lives for having missed such a stupendous opportunity of being a happy witness to pop musical history in the making.
🙂 🙂 🙂