Words can mean nothing to some in this world

We went for Kid Koala on Wednesday, Andrew, Tangwei, QJ, Boon and i. I had never heard any of his stuff before (or other turntablists) and that was the main reason why i wanted to go. I’m enjoying this more, going for gigs that i hadn’t listened to previously, just to be surprised.

And Kid Koala was a very pleasant surprise. When he started proper, i was also in the optimum state of mind to enjoy it. Even though the tunes were mostly unfamiliar to me, i enjoyed his music choices. Good mix of trip hop, rock, jazz, blues, pop, hip hop, etc.

The crowd consisted of mostly people who looked like they clubbed a lot at Zouk, not the Mambo Night kind but more like those who go when they fly in guest DJs. Some of the guys belonged to the Far East Expensive T-Shirt Gang. Baggy shirts, caps, chains around the neck, you get the picture. Mindy used to go out with somebody like that.

Although nobody was really dancing, it was still evident how people were really immersed in the gig. There was a generally positive vibe about that night, like everyone was connected by this wave of euphoria. And you know, there was hardly anyone smoking so I thought it was some turntable etiquette, like it’s rude to smoke when somebody’s spinning.

At all the intended points, the audience went hysterical (I only knew later that those were intended points because like i said, i’m a newbie). Moon River blew my mind. I swear in those few minutes, not a single bad thought crossed my mind. The way everyone else reacted, i think they too only saw beautiful things in their head.

Kid Koala was very charismatic. He had a perpetual smile on his face. QJ noted that he looked like he was frying kway teow. I agreed. He would periodically wipe the perspiration off his forehead with his arm.

Too bad though, it wasn’t held on the rooftop as it was supposed to be. That would have been how freaking awesome?