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1985, east coast, servitude to the nation.
confused, clarity-hungry shapeshifter.
badminton, ktv, the bigscreen, slumber.
soccer, surfing, pool, relationships.
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GOD.
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
1:38 am
It was unimaginable. The electrifying atmosphere. The unison in shrieks. The outright monomania about him. The thronging devotees' were chanting along with the choruses of old and new. He, of course, stole the show. The build-up was tantalizing; the climax was Pow.
The mark of a talented vocalist can often be seen in live performances at concerts such as this one. And yes, he did prove his worth. The vocal prowess was simply stupefying - I was bowled over by the sounds of creativity and technique.. so soothing, AND such punch. What verve.
The short medley of Retro tunes also pumped up the yell-level. A stark change in momentum and form, but nevertheless it all added up well to the big picture. Also, applause goes to his affable interaction with us - his ludicrous humour; and an unabashed affection for his admirers. It most certainly raised up my impression of him - professional, unpretended, and driven.
Not a single dull moment; not a single penny squandered in this.
Tao shalt not object.
doodled
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