*Picture courtesy of Axcess Tickets Sdn Bhd
As I sat with my two old friends, Rits and Leeya, waiting for the concert to begin, I couldn’t help but think about Orsino. Besotted with his love for Olivia, Orsino in the Twelth Night lamented –
“if music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
So great music is, poets and writers often equate music with the language of love. Oh, I am a hopeless romantic. Sorry for the interruption. I can’t help it.
In this twisted corporate world coupled with sheer manipulation of friendship, the three of us sat at Stadium Putra, Bukit Jalil last night to watch the 3 Divas Concert. The tickets were originally from Astro, landed complementarily on Citroen Malaysia’s table and subsequently bestowed upon us by the good Aswi. Thanks Bro!
The concert kicked off half an hour later than schduled and you could hear the restless chatters of the fan. I must admit that the ambiance was a bit Jakarta like! Led by the renowned composer Edwin Gutama, the musicians and 3 divas made some resplendent music. The crowd went absolutely wild when Kris Dayanti addressed Tun Dr. Mahathir. He sat throughout the concert looking absolutely relaxed and unaffected by the loud cheer he received from the audience. I just adored the man through and through.
The 3 Divas serenaded the audience with medleys of their best hits. They also sang hordes of local songs originally owned by Sheila Majid and Siti Nurhaliza. I was in awe with the vocal prowess of these songbirds. However, I was a tad skeptical as Titi DJ were about to sing my all-time-favourite ‘Engkau Laksana Bulan’ song. But she did it beautifully with the help of fresh musical arrangements to the song.
I got goose bumps when TT and Ruth Sahanaya sang the ballad of ‘Cinta’. It went straight to your heart and left you dumbfounded. I positively spotted one Makcik dabbing away her tears after the song. What bugged me a little was the attitude of certain audience last night. Everyone in the stadium could hear few inappropriate remarks being made to the divas. And what about that shouting match every time the divas finished performing? Why can’t we all just sit there and enjoy the performance minus the attitude?
Having said all that, I had a ball of a time. We left the concert in a hurry to see our kids – the guilt was killing me! As we rode in Leeya’s car, we sang the ‘Cinta’ song on top of our lungs. Music, after all, is still the food of love for this special friendship. I leave all of you with this haunting song – Cinta.