Friday, March 17, 2006

Yesterday, on the 16 of March, some of us of the 416 gang when down to the esplande for the Mosaic Music Festival (Its still on for anyone who wants to go...), mainly partially because we heard that Ronin would be playing, but mainly because it was free. Huzzah for free stuff!

In popular music, indie music (from independent) is any of a number of genres, scenes, subcultures and stylistic and cultural attributes, characterised by (real or perceived) independence from commercial pop music and mainstream culture and an autonomous, do-it-yourself (DIY) approach. -Wikipedia

Yup, t'was yesteday was Indie Night. And judging by the crowd, it was Indi-mand. Everyone was Indi-mood for rock. And we were Indi-middle of it all. Please, dont blame me for the puns... Cause most of them were thought up by the MCs( the entire thing even was labeled 'Indi-mand'). And after listening to someone rattle on like that for five minutes, most people would be willing to punch said individual Indi-mouth. Indi-ed, all those puns were tiresome. The MCs really had their work cut out for em. But then, i suppose it comes with the whole Indie thing. I mean, the people who listen to Indie rock arent the type who take kindly to someone interupting the show from time to time to try and promote the Nokia N-series.

The night kicked off with a band composed of Republic Polytechnic students called Pulse. Now, Im not one to judge, but personally I felt that they were good, but not great... Ali says they remind him vaguely of No Doubt and i share his suspicions. One thing i can definitely say was that the band was definitely "Indie". For one thing, they havent even released their first album yet. For their first song, the lead singer started off by saying it was going to be a quite slow one to start off... and for the first 30 seconds it was. Then she suddenly started spasming and it song metamorphed into some sort of heavy-head-banging-horror. Course, i mean this in the best possible way.I like Indie music because it can never really be pinned down to any particular genre.


Awi Rafael from Rafe, was next up. But he was playing with a completely different band... something called The Ride( I think... not really sure tho... :P) . They were much heavier that Pulse, but then, at this point we were nearer the speakers so i dont know... In any case, i cant find i link so i dont really know what to say about them... sigh... Sometime really sad about this guy and the Pulse was that the crowd didnt really appreciate them... Most people there were either photographers or stoners. And i mean stoners. When i looked back at the people behind me, they looked like they were watching some blardy IMAX documentary. Maybe it was the photographers fault or something. People were afraid to stand up and get in the way of some guy's shot. And trust me, you didnt want to get into the way of their shots. Some of the cameras had lenses that looked like small tree-trunks. They looked like they could give you a black eye if they focused on you.


Up next was Ronin! Woot. The crowd really livened up at this point. I believe all the photographers were busy reviewing shots... Or maybe they got scared away by the BBC film crew that was taping the whole thing.... For some reason, people who work behind cameras absolutely hate to be caught on film..... In any case, by the third song was partically a small mosh pit forming. Which was suprisingly interesting because there was no space for a mosh pit five minutes prior.

The night rounded of with a rousing chorus of 'Crazy Son', which as you all probably know, is the 416 themesong. This of course led to a us, and a few other groups of like-minded people singing most of the thing louder than the band. Im not sure how the band felt about this...

In any case, that was the evening... After that it was a mad dash home, because a) no one wanted to miss the last bus home, and b) theres a 11 pm curfew for us decadent yoofs.

I wonder whether this will become a yearly tradition?