What a Concert has Taught Me
I had the privilege of watching a very talented group of artists named Clean Bandit live here in Toronto and I have to say that it was one of those moments in life where you observe and realize things in an unexpected way.
This group is actually one of a kind in a sense that they’ve added cello and violin in their range of instruments (plus some electronic drums and beat makers that I don’t know what the kids call these days). It’s a rare thing to see in the music world nowadays. The last time I remember those two instruments added in a band setting was an OPM band named Silent Sanctuary from the Philippines whose songs I listened to when I was in high school.
There’s this fascinating feeling when you hear a classical instrument mixed with a contemporary musical technology. It’s eclectic. It’s simply a fusion I cannot refuse to listen to.
While I was listening to the very talented solos of the violinist, cellist, and the awesome range of vocals by the two main singers, I’ve noticed that there were only a few people in the concert venue that decided not to take a video, recording, snapchat, vine, or whatever term social media use, and just soak in all of the musical energy from the band. I took a concious effort of doing the same thing. I have had enough experiences where I travel and the only thing I’m thinking of is getting a good video to watch later and try to relive the moment, missing out the more important part of the travel: experiencing it the moment it’s happening. I get too caught up in getting the perfect shot, making sure nothing’s blurry and worrying if the audio would sound bad if I listen to the video with headphones or viewed on the living room tv. I fail to edit thousands of photos and videos in one long family slideshow/ mini movie kind of way. I have about 2TB worth of files to prove that and I’m not proud of it.
With this show and my decision not to take any videos/ photos, it was one of the purest experiences in a long time.
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. Just kidding.
Or am I?
No, in all seriousness, setting aside the instrumental music playing in the background of the Vietnamese restaurant where I had my dinner, I’ve also realized that we’ve been too dependent on Google.
Before the internet (at least before I’ve came to know of it), when you don’t know how to do something, your first instinct is to ask a family member/ friend you think knows what they’re talking about. If you think friend A seemed to give a skeptical advice, you ask friend B then C (or how ever many you want) and then you are left with the decision on who to follow. I find this method to be more involved in decisiZXv,./on-making (more explaining on this typo later on). To be more careful in making choices.
Nowadays, you search “What do I bring in a concert” and click on the first search result because it’s considered the most reliable. No thinking neces…ahhh! a spider!
Sorry about that. There’s just this spider that decided to jump on my Macbook Air with no care at all. Thanks Mom for killing it.
*vacuums whole room and hallway*
*sprays Febreeze Sleep Serenity* (i don’t even know if this will remotely help)
Don’t judge me.
Where was I? Ah yes. No thinking necessary. Just search and click. Boom. Done. Because apparently if you go beyond the second (or was it the third? no? maybe fourth?) letter O, it means you’re desperate or really considering your choices. Or heading towards those sketchy search results.
Be brave enough to kill a spider yourself. Because shouting “Ma! Ma! Ma!” while standing on your bed will not work forever.