This is my election post

I'm afraid now's the time for me to say that slowly but painfully, this regret of not seeing Oasis live in Singapore is kicking me in the guts.

It was cheaper than Coldplay would've been in Singapore - waay cheaper. Near the day, I found out a very grrrreat deal flying with Tiger Airways.

That might be their last gig in somewhere near Indonesia, who knows? They're getting old, and let's face it, they're not as mainstream as they used to be.

I can only hope that they won't kill each other before I see them live.

Anyway, voting day. Did you vote? I didn't. I don't believe in any of those craps those candidates call as promises to make the country better.

But I wouldn't have minded the Starbucks coffee and Aksara discount, though.

Second anyway, last night, finally, Jamiroquai went on stage, after years and years and years of anticipation. Was it worth the long anticipation?

Hell no.

The venue was fine. From the outside, Sentul City Convention Center looked like a promising arena for huge concerts. But once inside, the stage is so small, it should've belonged to a Java Jazz hall.

And Jay Kay himself? Not so entertaining. I'd expected to see colorful hats, dance moves that would make Jacko put his tail between his legs, and a spectacular lighting.

I got nothing.

If anything, the lighting was blinding my eyes for around half the time of the whole show, which lasted just about 90 minutes. After a two-hour delay.

Charming, huh.

Well, despite everything, I got to watch yet another concert with my lovely lovely bunch - Bangun Runi Ingga. We crashed to the VIP area in front of the stage for the last few songs, so I now have this satisfied feeling of paying less for first-class facility.

Java Festival Production, I hope you'll do better on the next ones. Or maybe just stick to big international music festivals and leave the rest to your competitors.