My first concert experience.

15 September 2008 @ 08:15 pm

I went to The Tour of Misia: Discotheque Asia last Saturday. This was my first time at a concert.

It was pretty scary at first. It started very abruptly… and very loudly. And I mean LOUD. Loud enough to induce fear in someone who had never gone to a concert before. It felt as if I had put my MP3 player on maximum volume and put it to my ears accidentally, and this sound was prolonged for a long time. It was terrifying, because I couldn’t do anything to stop it, and I had to stand there like I enjoyed the scene. (I did eventually – don’t get me wrong.)

It wasn’t bad. Misia is pretty amazing. She’s pretty small-sized, but she is one hell of a vocal powerhouse. Her songs are really nice! Even though she may not exactly be the hottest Japanese singer out there right now, she’s probably one of the best singers, ever.

It really wasn’t bad. After one or two really loud and fast songs, she sang a few of her old songs which were slower and really beautiful. The concert lasted for one and a half hours, and the fans got her to do an encore which lasted another half an hour.

The fans were largely Japanese. They were teenagers, mostly, and they got up and danced to Misia’s melodies. Some girls shouted “MISIA!” really loudly throughout the concert, and a guy shouted “AISHITERU!” which means “I love you” and I raised an eyebrow, while the non-Japanese simply stared.

My whole family attended this concert, and my mum was sporting enough to get up and dance with me. My brother was one of the few people who sat down on his chair, stoning at the audience’s response to Misia’s energetic songs. He has never been to a concert before, and it is now very clear that he does not enjoy them much. My dad loves Misia’s songs, but he didn’t get up and dance. If he did, I’d be very much surprised (pleasantly, of course). He just sat there and listened like the good-natured audience he thinks everyone should be. (Note: this is not derogatory) There’s good in that too.

When we left the Singapore Expo at 11 that night, our ears were dying. I couldn’t hear anything clearly; there seemed to be some muffling effect that wouldn’t go away the whole night. It felt like I was dreaming or something. Really weird.

But anyway, each ticket cost more than $100, and I only feel sad that my brother didn’t make the most out of it. Oh well. I wonder if I’d still be willing to go to another concert in the future? If it’s a video game orchestra, I’d still go, definitely, because there isn’t that fear of LOUDNESS. But everything else is still under consideration. :D


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