“Listening to Jaime Wong is like sitting down across a close friend somewhere by the water. You’re drinking beers, maybe, looking out at the view, and something in your heart clicks open like the latch of a door. It’s a quiet sense of contentment, a feeling of certainty that you couldn’t be anywhere else, and an immediate connection with the person right before you. You stop. You listen.”
☹ We’ve had “Skin” on repeat and now all we want to do is crawl on the floor and weep for days. And that’s a good thing. Because it pretty much sums up Jaime’s immense talent in writing about life, death and love (or the lack of it). (((Mostly the lack of it…..)))
☔ If you’re into caress-my-bare-wrist-slowly-with-a-rusty-blade sort of music (not an exaggeration), this Friday evening is the time to indulge your week’s worth of pent-up emox-ness.
Reminiscent of Bic Runga in her earlier darker days, Jaime performs originals, covers, all by herself, on a dim patio, with faint drumbeats provided in unison only by each of our broken foolish hearts, under some lonesome stars.
☰ Friday 5 June, 8pm ☰
☰ Café Kapok (111 Middle Road, National Design Centre) ☰
★ Venue kindly sponsored by kapok singapore
☆ Drown your sorrows in whiskey, wine, coffee, beer by Café Kapok
★ And if you can still bring yourself to eat amidst all that emo-ness, Dough Empire and The Garden Slug will be popping up there to provide napkins for tear-drying and nose-blowing, and perhaps once we’re done bawling our eyes out we might cook some food, too.
☎ Call 6694-2943 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org to book a good table where nobody can see you sobbing your heart out