Haven’t You KLue?

I did not steal these glasses from the IMAX theater. My colleague did.

Behold, the new wing of Avenue K! The place has a certain educated middle-class art savant appeal about it. Some walls are unashamedly black. This isn’t Starhill.

There was an art exhibition of sorts, where one of the exhibits was this trippy fractal. In the background, spacey synth music played. I recognized it as Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here. Doesn’t saying that you know Pink Floyd make you loads cooler among your music elitist friends? Any rocker can know Jimi Hendrix, but David Gilmour and gang? And so, my MSN nickname is “So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?” (It’s the first line of the song.) Yes I intentionally picked that line because it looks like it was inspired by Constantine.

Hairloom. No, really. A dress made of hair.

We now teleport to The Curve, a trendy upmarket shopping mall which has blue lights adorning its sanitized version of Petaling Street. Captain’s log, 17th February 2005.

The last time I had this chocolate cinnamon roll was at the previous KLue Chillout Series. This time round, it was called the KLue Starbucks Music Series.

Sei Hon was your regular folk singer in the key of G Major. For some reason, my exposure to acoustic guitar virtuosos has made my appreciation of heart-felt singing/songwriting dwindle. In less polite terms, I didn’t take any interest in his performance.

Lied was more interesting, with rock-fied guitar chords and melancholic (but angry) vocals.

Qings & Kueens were back in town. The guitarist now sported a most appetizing, wall-paint-color retro guitar. It took me a while to figure out it was an Ibanez Talman Artcore series from its logo, as ‘Ibanez’ wasn’t written anywhere.

Now that’s what I call a fruit shake.

The one-night-only guest, Reza melted hearts again. It seemed that the crowd was anticipating (as much as I was) his finale, that jazzy song with the cute little blues riff. They cheered before that. Tracy, you missed the shiznit.