Friday, 29 October 2010
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So you, thought you, might like to go to the show.....ten years later
We finally watched Roger Waters in concert last Friday. Together. Finally !
Endless are the number of times the boy has whined and howled and scorned and screamed about me watching Roger Waters twice minus him. In my defence, I didn't know the boy at the time of the first concert (And I only met him afterwards thanks to the events that unfolded during that concert. So ya, thanks Waters uncle!), and he wasn't in India at the time of the second.
Clearly, I am not the overly-romantic-main-tumhare-bina-adhuri-hoon varieties. So skipping the concert the first two times ka to sawaal hi nahin tha ! As they say in bangla, I am the "dhor takta, maar perek" ["Hold board, hit nail" - literal translation. "Strike while the iron is hot" - copied from bangla (obviously), close enough English counterpart] sorts.
But I digress (obviously). So we went for the concert last Friday. All giggly and holding hands and giddy with excitement. It was the 'The Wall' concert and that was the first time I was seeing that one too. So it was a first of sorts for both of us.
We gaped in awe at all the audio-visual treats that Waters concerts are famous for, and the wall being built through the concert just to come crashing down in the end. Waters has aged. He didn't guitar much and I doubt he sang any of the songs himself. But, age happens and legends must age too. So it's all good and stuff.
However, for me the best part of the concert was that we were finally seeing it together. A completely different experience from the first two. Where I had blocked out the whole world and stood mesmerized by Waters, this time I focussed on just the feeling of being with the boy and pushed Waters into a background track for possibly one of our best two odd hours spent together.
I left the concert with a strange sense of completeness and a big tick mark on my 'things to do' list =)
Endless are the number of times the boy has whined and howled and scorned and screamed about me watching Roger Waters twice minus him. In my defence, I didn't know the boy at the time of the first concert (And I only met him afterwards thanks to the events that unfolded during that concert. So ya, thanks Waters uncle!), and he wasn't in India at the time of the second.
Clearly, I am not the overly-romantic-main-tumhare-bina-adhuri-hoon varieties. So skipping the concert the first two times ka to sawaal hi nahin tha ! As they say in bangla, I am the "dhor takta, maar perek" ["Hold board, hit nail" - literal translation. "Strike while the iron is hot" - copied from bangla (obviously), close enough English counterpart] sorts.
But I digress (obviously). So we went for the concert last Friday. All giggly and holding hands and giddy with excitement. It was the 'The Wall' concert and that was the first time I was seeing that one too. So it was a first of sorts for both of us.
We gaped in awe at all the audio-visual treats that Waters concerts are famous for, and the wall being built through the concert just to come crashing down in the end. Waters has aged. He didn't guitar much and I doubt he sang any of the songs himself. But, age happens and legends must age too. So it's all good and stuff.
However, for me the best part of the concert was that we were finally seeing it together. A completely different experience from the first two. Where I had blocked out the whole world and stood mesmerized by Waters, this time I focussed on just the feeling of being with the boy and pushed Waters into a background track for possibly one of our best two odd hours spent together.
I left the concert with a strange sense of completeness and a big tick mark on my 'things to do' list =)
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