Lonely, bored and bad thank god I’m handsome
That line had been ringing in my head for at least a month, just anticipating The Vaccines’ presence. I was hooked the moment I listened to their debut album and knowing that they were performing here in Singapore for a second time, there was absolutely no hesitation to buy a ticket.
Sure, no one that I knew listened to them but I wasn’t going to let my crippling fear of being unaccompanied stop me (when in reality I was actually starting to regret buying the ticket heh heh). But for Justin Young, Arni Arnason, Freddie Cowan and the drummer (just kidding, Pete Robertson) I overcame my fear, by bringing a book and looking down at my phone the whole time I was waiting cause what is socialising?
Heck, it was worth waiting under the sun, being alone and surrounded by groups of people (yes, it was that good). The Vaccines’ music may not be revolutionary but damn is it catchy in their own unique way. Fans were already ra-ra-raing the moment they played their first song (because it was ‘Wreckin’ Bar’, am I funny yet?)
Thank god I was right at the front to soak in the goodness that is Justin Young and I swear that he glanced at me several times and even pointed at me (I could be dreaming, but I’d like to believe it’s true). He had this magnetic presence on stage that was hard to ignore, even with Freddie Cowan right next to him. I’m pretty sure he was intoxicated on stage, but that just makes for all the more interesting stage presence, even alluring the audience with occasional sweet talk.
Another reason to be thankful for being in the front is that I’d piss some people off if I was maniacally jumping in the middle of the audience, so thank the heavens I was early in the line. I could’ve also sworn that Arni wanted to throw his pick to me but these two dudes on both my right and left had some sort of long octopus arms that just managed reach out further than I could (darn my tiny arms!)
By the end of it, I was chanting “encore”, unaware that everyone else was chanting “Norgaard” instead. We want an encore people, not just one song. But I did thoroughly enjoy Arni’s weirdly captivating solo, with him singing in this spooky deep alto (GO ARNI!)
Remember how I said Justin was probably drunk on stage? Well, while I was yelling A-M-A-N-D-A NORGAARD, Justin was busy tackling the sound guy to the ground and presumably holding him oh so fondly (I don’t mean anything dirty btw).
Despite being weird and alone at a concert, I have no regrets whatsoever, except maybe not catching that guitar pick from Arni.