It’s been a mad few weeks, the whole affair has been bizarre from beginning to end. The silence that met the announcement that the concert was being cut short was definitely bizarre. No jeers, no gasps, no oh no’s, no murmurs. Just silence, as everyone just stood there and reeled from the shock of suddenly being dropped from a very high place and landing thud! on the ground (though I sort of wanted to strangle the few who promptly whipped out cameras and documented the moment).
The first set was great, it was definitely the nostalgia trip of the year, and the songs for the second set were goosebumps material. Some were screaming “group hug!” every once in a while – wishful thinking, for a moment we would never see that night. What we saw was the bizarre period of total silence during the biggest concert of the year, as the three band members, Ely’s sister, and the producers stood onstage and asked for prayers for Ely. “We’re still in shock,” Raimund said. After all this, when Ely gets better, pwede na kaya ang group hug?🙂
The problem with nostalgia trips is that at some point they’d also make you realize, some things you will never be able to get back. But they’re still fun, and still worth it.
Get well soon, Ely.
the UP Diliman street that hosted Kalayaan and Molave, whose dorm rooms and hallways witnessed the birth and emergence of the phenomenon that is the eraserheads
mga totoy pa sila. ely and raimund. sigh.
a few other photos on my multiply…