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Like what I read in most blogs about the Eraserheads Reunion, I am not a big fan. They are my favorite, yes. In fact, I only have the tribute album, Ultraelectromagnetic Jam, as a proof of my liking for songs of the band. Which later I disapproved because they included Spongecola and 6 Cycle Mind in the list. *insert (s_angry) plurk emoticon here*

Attending Eraserheads Reunion concert—like what others say—brings back memories. I was still in grade school when I first learned of them. Back then, I didn’t care much with rock music, I was more into the pop scene. I only knew Eraserheads from my Kuya and his barkada when they listen to their music through cassette tapes and walkman. They would jam to the guitar beat as they follow every chords and lyrics in the songhits. Only when I came to college of fine arts when I was exposed to the rakista scene and a much more diversified taste of music.

Here came last Saturday, the reunion concert of Eraserheads. I was not really much into it—financial matters of course, until Juned texted me that he could give us free invites. So I came with the gang of kiddies. We met there with the rest who also got the free invites. The anticipation to see Eraserheads on one stage was overwhelming.

When we got in the concert venue, the timer was already starting. It was 10 minutes prior to seeing Eraserheads playing together once again. The venue was devastatingly hot because fans, followers and those who grew up to their music filled up every corner of The Fort Open Area. I could feel the excitement, because everyone were so close to each other and their heartbeats were beating as one. Everyone wanted to see Eraserheads play. 

Until the timer striked zero…

The lights went out, then images of Eraserheads flashing on the screen as if they were the audience’s memories captured by the monitors, lights went wild on stage until a very familiar tone played; Alapaap. Hands were held up high with cellphones and cameras to capture that most prized moment. I heard everyone shouting and screaming as the legendary band appeared on stage. The crowd were singing to their song that reverberated all over the venue and as the rhythm moved faster the swaying of bodies went jumpy and dancing to the strums, drumrolls and vocals of the band. So was I, I was singing, jumping, swaying and dancing.

Eraserheads kept on playing for an hour. For an hour, I forgot the stresses my clients were giving me for the whole week. For an hour, I stopped complaining about the weather’s humidity. For an hour, I didn’t mind if my shoes were getting dirty. For an hour… fond memories came back to me.

The show only went for an hour. Ely couldn’t make it after the 20-minute break for the second set. He had to be hospitalized once again because of the exhaustion he suffered. Everybody’s enjoyment was cut short. The excitement transformed into a moment of empathy and concern. Nobody was disappointed even for some who saved their allowances and worked hard just to watch the much anticipated concert of the year. Everyone had a great time and all wished the best for the vocalist’s health.

Yes, I had fun. The crowd, the company, the music, the humidity, everything, I loved it. I had only been to a few concert and this one I would treasure the most. Unfortunately, I was disappointed. Not that because it was left unfinished—I didn’t even paid for it—because I may not able to watch it again LIVE if they decided to put up another concert.

I wish I was born earlier. So that I will know the stories behind every song. So that I can grow old with their music. So that I could have joined everyone reminiscing a much more meaningful memories. So that I’ll realize now how meaningful their songs are and how senseless of the most we have now. So that I know what Eraserheads is really like.

But I was born a little late. I was still young to get the messages of their songs. If I was born a little later, I wouldn’t have totally known them. Luckily, my memories of them are clearer than of those younger than me. And it’s not too late for me to realize that they are the coolest local band of the modern generation.