It's almost midnight in singapore and a large crowd of folks are gathered around indie-pop-thump-doof club - Home club. Channel V (or maybe MTV) are there but not in a big way, and lots of skinny scene kids are strutting and leaning and sitting around with imported beers in their hands. I'd paid my $15 + free drink, and there's a local rock band called the Great Spy Experiment rocking out their rocky stuff, And for the first time in singapore I see my first crowd surfer bouncing across the outstretched arms.
Their manager or producer or close freind had just died nights before, and tonight was some kind of ewok-style sending off party (so I'm told).
This was his favorite song -Brang! brang Buuraghnng thump thump bump and a passing waitress says 'cool shirt!' as she walks by.
I'm clutching my free imported beer, and even though I'd never heard of, less met this Wayne person, I take a tall sip, straighten up my teeshirt, and start dancing the best way I know how.
Thanks Wayne, and rest in peace.
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