STANDING UNDER THE CROTCH OF A ROCK GOD

I'm not a fan of using the "my life is complete" cliche after major lifetime events. If anything, it makes you look like even more of a loser, as it basically says the life you still have will suck 'til death. For instance, should I have said "my life is complete" after marrying the LLDD-Hyphen-L, even though it was the happiest day of my life? Hell, no! That would defeat the whole freakin' purpose!! The fun part was just getting started!! (right, sweetie? umoo ka.)

That being said, it is difficult to imagine how many other things in one's life can top the sheer awesomeness that is watching Ikaw Rin up close in concert.

Why do I call them Ikaw Rin? Because as I learned from my own wedding experience, concert copyright curmudgeons will hunt you down and actually block your freakin' onsite videos and slideshows on YouTube if they get a whiff that you're using their artists' music as background. Hopefully this will throw them off.

And if you can't figure out who Ikaw Rin is by now, then maybe you're life is complete. Really, there's no hope for you anymore. Just give up already.

The rest of you, follow me on my rock journey . . .

But first, wait in line for hours like I did

I always wondered how hard core you had to be to be one of those kids you see on TV who watch large stadium concerts from the front and in the field (rather than from reserved seats somewhere in the stands). Apparently, not that much. In my case, I was able to easily get a pitch-level ticket online, arrived at the stadium just an hour-and-a-half before the gates opened, took my place behind several hundred other fans, sat down, and waited. Between my oatmeal bars, newspaper and B.S. Report podcasts, time just flew by.

When the gates opened, there was a surprisingly orderly beeline towards the field. It was here that I first saw the stage nicknamed "The Claw" (but which could also be called "Son of Cloverfield"). As I walked closer to the stage, I couldn't help notice . . . that I was getting really close to the stage. My tickets were general admission-standing, but I wasn't expecting this. The papers said this concert broke all-time attendance records. . .so how come there weren't more people in front of me? This was great!! In the bottom video, you can even hear me muttering "holy crap" over and over because . . . Good Lord, I've ended up just 20 feet from the Ikaw Rin stage! I'll be able to smell the lead singer's righteousness from here!!!

Alrighty then. I have my spot, and it's another two hours 'til the show. Perfect time to get my bitchy on.

Wherever you are in the world, there will always be one group that thinks its cool to sit down and take up a disproportionate amount of space. More than once, people carrying drinks almost tripped over and fell on them (I kinda wish they did).

Nobody knew who these people were or how they managed to get on stage. We were guessing they were winners of some radio promo, or just some rich, connected douchebags. Either way, everyone in the field directly behind them did their best to ruin the picture.

Jack Bauer has not aged well.





Why the hell do you buy front row tickets to a rock concert and then wear earplugs?!?




These souvenir shirts were thin, flimsy and cost 22 pounds. Of course I bought one.



Opening Acts? For an Ikaw Rin concert? Really?

The first act was called Ang Mga Horas. Not bad. Good sound. What I didn't like was their look. They seemed to be trying a little too hard to have an indie image about them. Bassist in a vest and tie? Check. Drummer wearing a fedora? Check. Lead Guitarist in effeminate glasses? Check. Lead Singer with ironically baduy big hair. Major check.

The second act - "SalaminVegas" - I didn't like as much. They sounded like Elvis Costello just discovered an electric guitar and profanity. (I'm not kidding, one of their song's refrain went "So frak you.....fraahhhaaaaahhhaaaahhhaaack you.") Plus, the lead singer wore a sideless sando that I hadn't seen since Rey "PJ" Abellana rocked one in "D'Punks" back in the day.

Begin the awesome

Ikaw Rin finally takes to the stage and immediately rocks our faces off. Just hit after hit after hit, all from just twenty feet away. What we didn't realize was that the main stage was connected by two swinging bridges to a ramp that ran behind us and extended further into the field. The result: the bridge would sometimes set up right next to us and we'd get even closer to the band. How close?

THIS FREAKIN' CLOSE!!!!!!!!!

And during those times when the bridge would stop directly above us, we'd get an up close look at how big the band's...er...talent is.

I was so happy I became one of those things I despised the most: that guy who takes arms-length pang-Facebook pictures of himself.

The giant wraparound screen started off high above the stage, and then later expanded like an accordion, lowered itself, and re-assembled right on top of the band. Spectacular for us down on the field, but I imagine it obstructed the view of those up in the cheap seats. (suck it, cheapos; us down here stood in line for hours!)

(speaking of cheap seats, I was surprised to see the people there sitting down for a good part of the concert; I mean, if your section ain't up and jumpin', it just ain't happenin')

The spectacular lights would lead you to believe that . . . Good Lord, maybe the lead singer really does have superpowers! From above!

Enough already. Just show us some crappy cellphone video clips.

Very well, but the names have been changed to protect the innocent

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Just wow. When I wasn't screaming and jumping around like a lunatic, I found myself just standing with both hands on my head in total amazement and disbelief. Occassionally, I'd even do the hands-on-head/jump-around-like-a-lunatic combo. And when I'd look around my section, everyone would be doing the exact same crazy thing. Up front and pitch-level will do that you, I guess.

By the end, I was hoarse, exhausted, and in a thin, sweaty shirt that cost 22-pounds. If anything, I was certain my life was not complete after this.

Because I wanna be around to do it again!

Bye boys. Ingat.