Complimentary tickets would be in favour of the organizer, as to fill the seats with patrons and encourage spending within the venue. Moreover, I hadn't a single person I'd thrive in bringing along for free. (The sleepy polar bear had been eliminated from the getgo, as to preserve peace in my ears and soul.)
In order to avoid Budweiser Stage's atrocious $35 event parking, I turned towards Green P lots in Liberty Village. Amidst my research, I'd uncover an even better solution: visitor parking within the underground garage of my coworker's residence. Situated at the east end of Liberty Village, the lot was within walking distance to the district's countless eateries and, most importantly, Exhibition GO and its underpass towards the south side of the Gardiner Expressway.
Rounding off the visit with a trip for dessert, assorted gummies were acquired from Bulk Barn. The morsels would serve snacking purposes throughout the show, and would be unlikely to pose security screening issues given their container-free storage method.
Nearing the 3 PM start time, we filed into our seats. An obvious emptiness filled the venue. Besides a handful of BYGO supporters - fans in hand, mind you - nearly all sections were unoccupied.
During the ments, the members articulated their speeches in English, which came as a distinct surprise. Admittedly, some of the phrases were cringe-inducing - an apparently quintessential element of Filipino culture - while others commercialized for mass appeal.
I adhered to my assigned aisle spot in Row G for the entirety of BYGO's set, then gradually shifted towards third row aisle at seeing absence of viewers. There I would remain for Justin Park's brief appearance at 3:50 PM.
A personal regret was his omission of "Bay to the City" and "Like We Used To", for which I have fondness for the lyric "Did you run out of love or just patience".
We later determined that the lime green wristbands indicated stage access, while orange was reserved for media. Black wristbands identified those with standing area access, and were used as the sole identifier of P1 ticketholder status by security.
I had kept my eye out for UMI, having mistaken her as the artist with which Junny had collaborated for his blanc album. When the all-white-, knitted cat hat-donning artist commenced her set with mediation before a quilted DJ backdrop though, my brows furrowed in confusion.
Earlier performances had spanned close to one hour and proved rowdy beyond belief. UMI's set, while soothing, was too spiritual for our collective preference. After a barefoot sequence on the stage and in the pit, she retreated back onto the stage and concluded her segment with a prayer.
For select artists, a thirty-second YouTube Premiere-style countdown aired before their entry. thuy was one of them.
"obsessed" was her second track of the set, and my unrivalled favourite amongst her discography. Her interactions with the crowd were fluid, denoting experience on stage.
A noticeable number of visitors had assembled in Dabin merchandise, likely in wait of the DJ/producer's 9:25 PM start. Meanwhile, my two companions were eager to embark on their journey home.
Having braced myself for the same intensity as a K-Pop show, 1MX Festival materialized milder than I could have ever imagined. It was, remarkably, devoid of pushing and GA aggression; audience interactions were casual and liberal, as opposed to regulated and intentional.
"I don't regret going, but I do regret the price." I declared, matter-of-factly. My refund quest has not yet ceased, after all. Being in the company of friends with "low tension" also led to a universally slower pace, not the squeals of hyperness I'm accustomed to and love.
In addition, sitting for prolonged periods of time without freedom to stand and dance felt stifling. The washrooms, while easily accessible, were absolutely revolting: broken seats, stray strands of hair, random puddles on the floor, and finnicky locks were just a few of the issues encountered. That said, at least there had never been a shortage of toilet paper, soap, or paper towels.