Sunday, September 12, 2004
I went for Leslie's solo set in the end.
I couldn't stand the thought of waiting at home for nothing substantial.
I rushed there and got myself a seat in time.
The short 45min set was good, with the usual melancholy tunes that make you feel as though in a dream. The lyrics so honest and depressing that it hits you hard on the head, waking you up from the aimless lives we all live in, making you want to do something about it.
The audience, or whatever audience there was, were either his family, his friends, or rich yuppies who could afford the $11.
I felt like the odd one out, sitting at the back, listening attentively to the words from the songs.
To add on, I enjoyed the set "alone" as the cameraman had to do his runs, plus, entertain his two companions.
Not wanting to carry on being an odd one out, I left quietly after the set.
How sad it is to see only roughly 30 odd people whom mostly were related to Leslie attending his mini set.
The scene needs publicity, more than what we have now.
I couldn't stand the thought of waiting at home for nothing substantial.
I rushed there and got myself a seat in time.
The short 45min set was good, with the usual melancholy tunes that make you feel as though in a dream. The lyrics so honest and depressing that it hits you hard on the head, waking you up from the aimless lives we all live in, making you want to do something about it.
The audience, or whatever audience there was, were either his family, his friends, or rich yuppies who could afford the $11.
I felt like the odd one out, sitting at the back, listening attentively to the words from the songs.
To add on, I enjoyed the set "alone" as the cameraman had to do his runs, plus, entertain his two companions.
Not wanting to carry on being an odd one out, I left quietly after the set.
How sad it is to see only roughly 30 odd people whom mostly were related to Leslie attending his mini set.
The scene needs publicity, more than what we have now.
