WE'RE BAAAAACK!

On the fateful day on 25th of March 2020, due to that stupid virus, we had to cancel Eatmepoptart’s upcoming parties. Then, we had some hope that this was a temporary setback, maybe lasting two months at the most. But the months dragged on and things looked bleaker and bleaker for us and for our peers in the industry. Eatmepoptart was flatlining- the company was dissolved, our team of “avengers” were disassembled, our spirit was broken.

At the start of 2022, after no activity for almost two years, and no sign of things coming back, I found myself in a very dark place- my little bundle of constant joy, which has been a proverbial limb- a entity that has defined my existence, was just about dead. I’ve basically gone through the five stages of grief, with a constant anxiety thrown in the mix. I was ready to give up, throw in the towel, call it a day and make good use of my SkillsFuture credits.

The lifeline happened quite abruptly in April. Music was allowed back to F&B, and then bars were allowed to open to midnight, and then club were allowed to open. That rush of relief, like finally peeing after holding it for an hour x3000, just dominated me (I’m sure I wasn’t alone in this). After rushing to plan and kickstart our events, we finally put together a schedule for the coming months. A few bar shows later at Vertigo 26 and Moonstone, which were amazing, I find myself back in game-mode with a small team.

From our very first show in 2004, Eatmepoptart became a living, breathing monster that lived inside me. Like a Tamagotchi, I had to feed this creature constantly with the perfectly-flavoured and right amount of rock n roll. There were a few moments over the years that I wanted to just let go and move on to something else, something more normal so that the relatives during CNY reunion dinners can relate to, but I could never bring myself to do it, so fuck em. Over the past 17 years at Eatmepoptart, I’ve met so many wonderful people, watched them grow up to fine individuals, attended and DJed at their weddings, and seen them them spawn little versions of themselves, and basically watched them move up and move on with their lives. At the same time, Eatmepoptart was welcoming new crowds and making new connections with anyone and everyone who came to our parties.

So what in the hell is Eatmepoptart? I have no bloody clue. It’s definitely more than your weekly wham bam kinda gathering. It has become a community and a sanctuary for misfits brought together by a common love for music, a space for growth and good spirits (including drinking responsibly :P). And, watching everyone evolve from doe-eyed mutants to young adults trying their best, to proud parents, to successful or otherwise adults, is like the greatest feeling I could ask for.

Here I am right now, planning my table arrangements and team briefs for Saturday’s party, feeling a rush of urgency and stress over this weekend, simultaneously planning for the following weeks and months, finally being able to share some great music to a dancefloor, and feeling on top of the world. Although we are not fully in the clear from the pandemic, ,I can quite certainly say “WE’RE BAAAAACK!” and we’ll be around for the long haul! It has been my honour throwing parties for you, the popettes, and I will continue to do so for as long as my back can take it.

I’d like to thank all of you who have, over the past months, sent us encouraging and kind messages. You have kept our hope alive during those trying times. I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion on this, but Eatmepoptart has, bar none, the best crowds. Ever!

Never Lose That Feeling.
Adrian / weelikeme

by Adrian Wee