caught broken social scene's concert at the esplanade just now. reached pretty late because i was stuck in an insane jam at orchard. jams. gross. ended up sitting alone which was really fine by me because i was aching too much inside out, in every way possible, in every muscle i can think of, the heart included, and even those tiny ones on your eyelids, to do anything else other than sit down and stone. a concert hall full of people jumping up from their seats and screaming sweet nothings to their idols on stage and then there's little miss oldielocks sitting in a corner, giving herself a neck massage. haha.

i wish they played more echoey stuff. i love strings and base. ambient, but not too much. it needs to have soul, and bass gives some soul because of its depth. the trumpets and sax were a nice touch. and the way they used their instruments to do stuff were pretty creative.

a classic line when the lead singer forgot what was the next chord in one of the songs.

"i don't feel bad that i forgot the song. i know you expect me to but i don't feel bad. i'm over it. are you?"

to which the crowd gleefully laps it all up and gives a resounding "of course we're over it" in the form of some kinda...noise.

and another.

"this is not a scary place. don't be afraid, it's not scary...you have those pictures of a man pointing a gun at another man's back (refering to signs in singapore at restricted areas)...hey that's art man!!"

to which the crowd begins to hail him as their guru with another throng of woohoos and whoas and yeas and aaaahs.

but well, as much as i'm trying to sound enthusiastic, i'm actually really tired. and my heart just wasn't completely there. it couldn't really be now, could it?

goodnight anonymous readers of skunkeroonie. god bless you.