I wrote this right after i got home from the concert. Note the tinge of hysteria.
It’s 3.45 am and i am still in a teruja mood. I’d probably post this tomorrow but i need to write it all down now. (in the end i posted it five hundred years later, kan? I told you this “save” feature is hazardous to blogging)
I just got home from a divine experience.
I went to see SHEILA MAJID.
Don’t ask me how the stage looked like, (ok so I got the picture so no need to ask right? heh), don’t bother asking what she wore. Well ok, she had on a white/cream shimmery dress and then later changed into a black shimmery dress. I don’t really remember. She could have had on her baju kupu-kupu/rama-rama/kelawar, bedak sejuk on her face and holding a senduk in her hand for all I care. All I remember was SHEILA MAJID. Singing SHEILA MAJID’s songs.
The minute – nay, the second that “Oh oh Sh-Sh-Sheila….Wa-Wa-Warnaaaaaa…” could be heard, I was lost. There was only Sheila and me. Singing. Her voice basically wrapped around me, giving out a million memories, I don’t even know how to describe it.
Nada, Memori, Bahagia, Tua Sebelum Waktu, Kasih, Hasrat Cinta, Pengemis Muda….the list goes on. Oh yeah, and the Number ONE karaoke song, Antara Anyir dan Jakarta which I know ALL Malaysians who karaoke have had this song on their list at least once (samada secara solo, duet atau berkumpulan). A few times during our karaoke sessions, we had to repeat this song several times because there is always someone who missed this song because they had to go to the loo lah, answer phone calls lah or whatever. Everybody must sing this song la, you know.
it was Amazing.
A.
Ma.
Zing.
Mind you, i was only temporarily out of my Sheila Majid trance when she sang one or two songs that were not familiar to me (Ya La, some songs after the Lagenda album I a bit blur blur la you know?). So that’s when I sort of saw the baju, the stage and the live feed on the screen. The rest of the time I was transported into another world.
This happens everytime I watch her perform. Everytime. How do i even describe it??? The songs, her voice, sultry, silky, just….envelopes me. I get shivers, I feel like crying, simply because it is SHEILA MAJID.
Her presence was magnetic. She didn’t have to do the booty shake a’la Beyonce, she didn’t have to have the five million dancers with the Citrawarna giant flowers waving in all directions, she only had to smile and sing.
(at this point I got lost in the nostalgia and forgot what else I wanted to say, so I went to sleep)
