Remind me NOT to go to the next Michael Buble concert.
I always say that but end up rushing to be the first to buy the tix the day it goes on sale :P I've never missed any of his concerts here.
The best parts of a concert is one where you can still recall one week after. The forgettable bits are obviously not even worth mentioning.
When 'Bubbles' thank the crowd for spending your hard-earned money, I totally could relate to the 'hard-earned' bit. Oh yes, mine was definitely hard-earned. Thanks to some disposable cash I had earned from escorting, I could buy my Category 1 concert tickets, the moment I heard he was coming, which was 3 months ago. But I was already one week late when I heard about it so that was why I ended up with this lousy seat (obviously not a Class 95fm listener).
On the whole, I have to honestly say that I did not enjoy the concert (there goes my $291 out the window). A lot of the songs he performed were unfamiliar, most of it were slow and it definitely was void of energy and fun. Throughout the entire concert, I couldn't stop thinking to myself, 'Oh how I really enjoyed the Mika concert', ' The Mika concert was so much more fun'. That was how deep the impression Mika left on me but definitely not Bubbles.
I wished he had performed more of his dancy-numbers like Sway or at least more medleys from his first album, which was what made his fans first fell head over heels over him.
But it was not all bad. I felt that he is much funnier this time round. Since when did this suave guy turn into a funny bloke? It was entertaining to see that side of him, especially when he was introducing his band. Because of the jokes, I could actually remember almost every member; from the guy from Haiti, to the guy who just had a newborn baby, to the nerd who plays the saxaphone! (I think he's pretty hot though.. love nerds!!!!)
The set and stage design was also rather lovely and I could see that they put in some effort into it (unlike most other concerts with plain 'I can't be bothered with Singapore' half-hearted kinda design). The music and accoustics were also pretty good that at some parts of the concert, I found myself enjoying the music and the band more than the artiste himself.
Unfortunately, I left the concert feeling depressed. Not as a figure of speech but really, I felt terribly sad. Then I remembered why I dont have a single Bubble song in my mp3 collection (yeah, and I call myself a fan). All the love songs had triggered that nerve that I have been suppressing over the years. As Bubbles crooned to 'I Just Havent Met You Yet', it then hit me - there isnt one real man in my life that I miss or have any feelings for. I have successfully devoid myself of love!
But isnt that what I've always wanted? To be emotionally independent and self-suffiecient - mission accomplished!
Yes...
... but why does it suddenly feel so cold and empty where I'm sitting?
I remember, before, I could imagine the face of that guy I'm crushing on, or that fella from far-far-away whom I wish could be mine. I know I could never have them but at least I had that 'motivation' or how do you put it, uh, like that sense of hope. But right now, there is no one that I have hopes for or is looking forward to meet. In my kind of situation, love songs simply become meaningless and sounds gibberish.
I could very well relate to this one song though... and this is the version in my head:
Me and Mr Jones,
we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows he'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mr Mrs Jones,
Mr Jones, Mr Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We gotta be extra careful
That we don't build our hopes too high
Cause he's got his own obligations and so do I
Me, me and Mr...
Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
And now he'll go his way, I'll go mine
But tomorrow we'll meet at the same place, the same time
Me and Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones
-----
After the concert, I just felt so depressed that I decided to walk a bit instead of heading straight for the tube. I really needed someone to talk to (oh yeah, btw I went to the concert alone, as always) and to hear a familiar voice only to realise that I have no one. None.
I gotta describe that moment as my moment of ultimate weakness because before I knew it, I dialled Pierre's number. Pierre, btw, is one of my regular clients, infact he is the one I am closest to at this point of time. He is also very married, with children, yet very, ermm, 'fond' of me too. Pierre was in Shanghai on a business trip but if I couldnt talk to him, the arteries in my heart might explode.
Escort-411: This is a big no-no. Thats why I said it was my moment of weakness.
I have NEVER called up my clients, regular or not, because its the discretion rule. But we ended up chatting on the phone for over an hour, yeah, long-distance (oh god, please protect me from my phone bills later this month) and I swear when I first heard his voice when he picked up, I just wanted to cry. I have underestimated the comfort of a familiar voice.
I felt a tad better after that. The tears were saved from downfall but I'm staying well away from the love songs or it might trigger these flood gates again.
And I still felt that I didn't get my money's worth from Bubble's concert this year. Disappointing.
x.
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I always say that but end up rushing to be the first to buy the tix the day it goes on sale :P I've never missed any of his concerts here.
The best parts of a concert is one where you can still recall one week after. The forgettable bits are obviously not even worth mentioning.
When 'Bubbles' thank the crowd for spending your hard-earned money, I totally could relate to the 'hard-earned' bit. Oh yes, mine was definitely hard-earned. Thanks to some disposable cash I had earned from escorting, I could buy my Category 1 concert tickets, the moment I heard he was coming, which was 3 months ago. But I was already one week late when I heard about it so that was why I ended up with this lousy seat (obviously not a Class 95fm listener).
On the whole, I have to honestly say that I did not enjoy the concert (there goes my $291 out the window). A lot of the songs he performed were unfamiliar, most of it were slow and it definitely was void of energy and fun. Throughout the entire concert, I couldn't stop thinking to myself, 'Oh how I really enjoyed the Mika concert', ' The Mika concert was so much more fun'. That was how deep the impression Mika left on me but definitely not Bubbles.
I wished he had performed more of his dancy-numbers like Sway or at least more medleys from his first album, which was what made his fans first fell head over heels over him.
But it was not all bad. I felt that he is much funnier this time round. Since when did this suave guy turn into a funny bloke? It was entertaining to see that side of him, especially when he was introducing his band. Because of the jokes, I could actually remember almost every member; from the guy from Haiti, to the guy who just had a newborn baby, to the nerd who plays the saxaphone! (I think he's pretty hot though.. love nerds!!!!)
The set and stage design was also rather lovely and I could see that they put in some effort into it (unlike most other concerts with plain 'I can't be bothered with Singapore' half-hearted kinda design). The music and accoustics were also pretty good that at some parts of the concert, I found myself enjoying the music and the band more than the artiste himself.
Unfortunately, I left the concert feeling depressed. Not as a figure of speech but really, I felt terribly sad. Then I remembered why I dont have a single Bubble song in my mp3 collection (yeah, and I call myself a fan). All the love songs had triggered that nerve that I have been suppressing over the years. As Bubbles crooned to 'I Just Havent Met You Yet', it then hit me - there isnt one real man in my life that I miss or have any feelings for. I have successfully devoid myself of love!
But isnt that what I've always wanted? To be emotionally independent and self-suffiecient - mission accomplished!
Yes...
... but why does it suddenly feel so cold and empty where I'm sitting?
I remember, before, I could imagine the face of that guy I'm crushing on, or that fella from far-far-away whom I wish could be mine. I know I could never have them but at least I had that 'motivation' or how do you put it, uh, like that sense of hope. But right now, there is no one that I have hopes for or is looking forward to meet. In my kind of situation, love songs simply become meaningless and sounds gibberish.
I could very well relate to this one song though... and this is the version in my head:
Me and Mr Jones,
we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows he'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mr Mrs Jones,
Mr Jones, Mr Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We gotta be extra careful
That we don't build our hopes too high
Cause he's got his own obligations and so do I
Me, me and Mr...
Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
And now he'll go his way, I'll go mine
But tomorrow we'll meet at the same place, the same time
Me and Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones
-----
After the concert, I just felt so depressed that I decided to walk a bit instead of heading straight for the tube. I really needed someone to talk to (oh yeah, btw I went to the concert alone, as always) and to hear a familiar voice only to realise that I have no one. None.
I gotta describe that moment as my moment of ultimate weakness because before I knew it, I dialled Pierre's number. Pierre, btw, is one of my regular clients, infact he is the one I am closest to at this point of time. He is also very married, with children, yet very, ermm, 'fond' of me too. Pierre was in Shanghai on a business trip but if I couldnt talk to him, the arteries in my heart might explode.
Escort-411: This is a big no-no. Thats why I said it was my moment of weakness.
I have NEVER called up my clients, regular or not, because its the discretion rule. But we ended up chatting on the phone for over an hour, yeah, long-distance (oh god, please protect me from my phone bills later this month) and I swear when I first heard his voice when he picked up, I just wanted to cry. I have underestimated the comfort of a familiar voice.
I felt a tad better after that. The tears were saved from downfall but I'm staying well away from the love songs or it might trigger these flood gates again.
And I still felt that I didn't get my money's worth from Bubble's concert this year. Disappointing.
x.
Michael Buble | Crazy Love Tour 2011 | Singapore Indoor Stadium | 09.03.11
