Radio Dept. in Manila, April 20, 2011 April 21, 2011Posted by Richard Bolisay in Music.
The scene formed in my head the way clouds trod the vast expanse of the sky: indistinct shapes of cotton moved waywardly over the deepest shade of azure, holding onto each other, letting go upon the blow of wind.
On one side of the audience I’d be standing with some friends, making senseless jokes, bobbing my head, shaking my hips lightly, mouthing incomprehensible lyrics. At some point I’d be looking at the crowd beside and behind me, not too many people, but enough to make me feel at ease, all of us dreaming the same dream, closing our eyes to relish every detail of it. The moment the band walked on the stage, grabbed their instruments, and acknowledged our presence, my heart would jump in anticipation, happy but not overjoyed, eager but not overly excited. And there: blank.
The show would last for more than an hour, Johan too shy to say anything aside from “Thank you” after each song, but for some reason it would feel longer, or rather, the whole moment would seem to exist beyond time, outside the confines of the occasion, falling against the tide. The gig would be short but perfect, too beautiful to capture in writing, too vague to be proven real. But I’d be there. I’d witness it. I’d have a CD signed and a picture taken. I’d shake Johan’s hand and say, “You were awesome.” I’d be stupid. I’d be a fan.
That’s the way I imagined the Radio Dept. concert while walking around Cubao and listening to Lesser Matters for the nth time two months ago. And that’s how it happened last night. I swear that’s how it happened.