I never thought I’d get to see L’arc-en-Ciel live, and in Singapore to boot. I was a big fan years ago, when J-mania was first gaining a foothold in Singapore. Their music kept me company through JC, all the way through university and beyond. It was there when I mugged for exams, accompanied me throughout various youthful shenanigans, through the tender flush of first love. Seeing the band up there on stage, singing those songs I used to listen to so long ago, was like opening a time capsule back to my younger days. Each song would bring up memories, some happy, some not so much, all a little bittersweet.
Seeing the band on stage, their lined faces, the wiry bodies, the undeniable stamp of age on the people who used to be my idols, was also a sharp reminder of the passage of time. They have aged, I have also grown older. But while time has to pass, music stays still, each note straddling the past and present, making me feel young and old at the same time.