Love is sweeter the second time around; our second Laruku gig in Hong Kong certainly proved that. Not only were we traveling as a gigantic group of eight (plus a couple more here and there scattered throughout Asia World Expo Arena), but there were plenty of tour goods to be bought, and no excruciating waits. Bliss.
Let’s get started with the tour goods: the line this year was blessedly short. Compared to the excruciating four-hour wait we endured at the 2008 live, the mere forty-five minutes we stood in line was a breeze. It definitely helped that there were a lot of us at the queue — making the wait fun, but the line was formed outdoors and was subject to wind chill, so there were still sacrifices made here and there.
The gig itself was also easy-breezy — it started more or less on time, unlike the Luna Sea gig thirteen months earlier. The queue to get inside the arena was fast and orderly — I guess it helped that there were less people at the gig compared to 2008, since this year Bangkok, Jakarta, and Singapore are all included in the line-up.
L’Arc~en~Ciel 20th Anniversary World Tour
Live in Hong Kong
Ibara no Namida
Good Luck My Way
Drink it Down
Hitomi no Jyuunin
My Heart Draws a Dream
Ready Steady Go
4th Avenue Cafe
Some of my favorite performances of the evening where Ibara no Namida and Forbidden Lover — making in clear that I am an oldbie that doesn’t give too much of a hoot at the newer songs Anything post-solo break that I liked were few and far between — Drink it Down, XXX, and Seventh Heaven in particular. Which goes to show that I really do love Luna Sea more than Laruku — sorry Hyde, Tetchan, Yuki, and the curiously hotter-than-before Ken.
While the gig was fun and the band more so, not so hot were the security people tasked to prevent people from taking pictures or video recordings of the gig. They tended to get very in your face — even accosting the rest of us who were only taking out our iPhones to check the time. But then again, there were some people in the crowd who just wouldn’t quit — not content in just taking one or two stolen shots, but insisting on recording the entire performance.
Sheesh — if you’re gonna spend the entire concert staring into a screen, go watch a live DVD instead. Yes, I am talking about you, guy with the HTC phone standing behind me.