"Eto, tawagan mo sya," Paco whispered as she slipped a piece of paper. She didn't have to whisper, but there was added fun in the cloak-and-daggerness of it all. We imagined someone would just swoop in and grabbed the paper with its secret contents. "May makukuha kang ticket dyan." Written on it was a landline number and the word "scalper". That night I furiously called the number, and, not knowing what "scalper" was then asked, "Hello, is this Scalper?" I wasn't able to get a ticket, but we were able to watch Alanis Live in Manila in 1999. It was a fantastic concert. My cousin and I said this concert would totally rock and we would sing along with the obscure songs along with the rockiest audience ever. This was slightly spoiled by the fact that we were sitting beside a family, with the 8-year old girl with a Winnie The Pooh backpack making bored grunts and covering her ears beside me. Maybe she thought she was in a concert of The Moffats.
Now I wish I've maintained a Concert Emergency Fund. Because who should be coming in October but... Keane! I've liked Keane the minute I've heard Tom Chaplin wail "The laaaaaaast time!" in a commercial in Studio 23 back in 2005. Hopes and Fears is an excellent first album, Under The Iron Sea is their token darker, less poppish sophomore outing, but my favorite is Perfect Symmetry. They've recently released Strangeland, which is probably not as fantastic but a worthy follow-up nonetheless. As soon as I've learned of the concert I've started asking people to watch with me.
"Isa lang ang alam kong kanta nila," RD Lugo said.
"Ano nga ba yung mga kanta nila?" asked Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore.
"Iba pa ba yan kay Keana Reeves?" was the question of Thymes.
Still searching, but will watch it by myself, even in the bleachers, if I have to!