Sunday, October 02, 2005
Dreams
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
-Aldous Huxley
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Lately, I've been thinking about my dreams, and how I've neglected them to pursue the "must dos" in life, like mugging my ass off to pass the Promotional Examinations. I wonder why I lack the courage to live my dreams. But I am fully aware that this lack of courage is due to the totally screwed up society I'm living in. You're what you live with, bassically.
I love locking myself up in my room and blasting the stereo, singing along to my favourite rock tunes. I found myself in music, and an outlet for expressing what's in my heart. I especially enjoy watching Live Videos of my favourite bands, because they put me in a state of euphoria, when at times I drift away from the realities of this world, imagining myself as one of those frontmen I always admired. Like Dave Grohl, whose everlasting passion for music never did cease when his former band, Nirvana, disbanded. Then he started Foo Fighters, creating one of the most unique and best sounds the history of man will always remember.
For this and more, I respect you. *Does the respect sign*
Because of school, I never did have the time and opportunity to further my musical dreams. Because of my Dad, I never did have the chance to pick up any musical instrument and play confidently at home, because they so damn scorn music, even Band Music. I still remembered how my father used to go yadda yadda when I brought home my clarinet to practice. How fucking demoralising, especially my Dad. And when I finally saved up over $800 for my very first electric guitar, he had to burst the bubble and become some god-damned cookie-cutter by telling me NO at the day before my purchase. Like whatever, seriously. With such awesome support from my Dad, it was a taboo to play my kind of music whenever he's around.
Seriously, how to create musical fusion with such an environment? Well, I don't say that HIS kind of music is annoying to my eardrums. I just go: "Sorry, can't appreciate it". And period. All that bullshit about sex, drugs and booze are mere evidence of his "menopause" and constant train of naggings. It's sad how traditional, orthodox people remain this way and have to afflict such misery on their offsprings. Sad, but true.
But recently, it's really comforting to know I might be able to take a step or two, tiny ones, with the baby's undying flame for piano lessons sparking up after watching Corpse Bride. How adorable isn't it? So right now we're going on an islandwide hunt for some affordable group piano classes, to cater for our thirst for musical knowledge.
But but, the sound of music creation might be heaven to my ears, but nothing beats the sound of my baby's voice.
Nothing, not even music.
posted@11:57 AM