Anyway, on that Saturday (I hardly remember what date that was), me and my cousin arrived really early since we only got free seating Upper Box tickets. And yep, we waited that long in sacrifice for good seats. It was a gruesome 3 hours sitting there talking about everything until we talked about nothing, just staring at the stage, waiting for the lights to go out. And out the lights went... but only for the front act. Don't get me wrong, that group did really good, but personally, I think front acts really weren't necessary unless you were that popular. People came to see the group printed on the ticket, with the expected time on it to start as well.
When finally the three most awaited people finally went up the stage, the crowd suddenly rose on their feet, and all those expensive glowsticks being sold inside the coliseum lit up. It was a feast in my eyes, in everyone's eyes.
The stage was simple. It had a tombstone painted on a black backdrop, and there weren't any other fancy stuff aside from the instruments and the light. I wasn't able to memorize the complete order of the setlist, but man, from the time they did their first song all the way to the last, the crowd was one with each other. The first one they performed was Miss You, and when we all saw Mark Foster almost knocking off his piano because of pure awesomeness, we all knew that it was a night we would never forget. Never have I seen a band so dynamic. The stage was literally filled with all instruments you could never imagine they'll play and experiment with. From the DJ set to the pianos to the maracas - everything was there, and they played them all so nicely! But nicely sure was an understatement. It was more than wild.
Another moment that maybe surprised me was how Mark was going to sing. At first, I was hesitant to attend the concert since being the album was wholly digitalized, I wondered how they were going to perform live. When I heard them the first time at that moment, my view totally changed. They were really good! Mark had the perfect voice, and the others changed the arrangement that was fit for live performance.
While dancing my heart out to every beat they had, at the back of my head I knew that it was going to be a short concert. Their album lasted for an hour, so I thought that night wouldn't even last for two. As my brother recognized the slow melodic intro of Pumped Up Kicks, we knew that we reached the last leg. Everyone was really up on their feet, singing and whistling their hearts out. I think the band made the song last for about six to seven minutes, but still we didn't want to let go of them when they ended. As we went outside the coliseum, people were still going crazy over what just happened. I myself kept saying that it was one hell of a (short) night!
Foster the People was a band. THE BAND. I never imagined I would like a techno-pop-rock band as much as I did for them. I marveled well at what they did in their album, and marveled more when I saw them live. They knew everything about pleasing their audience. Again, pleasing was an understatement. They knew everything to make us all go bonkers with our bodies.
I wish they'd release a new album that would be as great or even greater than Torches. If I would describe that night in one word, I'd say it was definitely cathartic. I literally forgot everything I was thinking about and poured all my emotions into dancing and singing! I sure would like to experience watching them again!
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| Me (very left), my brother (next to me), and my cousins |
Now, did I make up for the lost time? Heeee.
