//August 03, 2010//
I want to meet you on a music store.
Where the stereo is swinging the mood around and we’ll meet when your hand touching some dusty CDs, on an old record aisle. You’ll talk long about the golden era of music where rock is the only reason why mankind can survive until now. And I will listen to you, with so much admiration why people like you could exist. I’m not cool enough, like the rest of the universe. I’m just a punk geek, without too much skinny black jeans and without some cool band T-shirt. I would like jazz and some Earth, Wind, and Fire to accompany my bad mood, but I’m not cool enough to attend some concert or any live performance. I don’t go to Java Jazz, it’s too popular, and some random chicks will exchange their phone number with some random guys. And I’m not cool enough to do the same, to buy clothes reminding the events, with dates printed on the front. I didn’t celebrate ASH concert, or some of Kings of Convenience. I don’t get familiar with indie, slow music, like Kimya Dawson, The Moldy Peaches or She&Him. Though they’re catchy and have genius sweet lyrics. Yes, I do love Vampire Weekend or some bit of Owl City. But my heartthrob still flying on 70s era, with some of Beatles, Beach Boys, Rolling Stone, or AC/DC. And until now punk still becomes my obsession, with Blink 182 or some ASH. The surprise is, you still think it’s cool and you still ask me to listen to each other. Music is just any other language, and people can’t wait to find someone who speaks in the same language.
I want to meet you on a music store.
I’ll be holding tickets and you’ll be holding the map. Let’s jump to a train and we’ll be taking pictures. Searching the sun, the wind and what’s there to left. I’ll be asleep on your shoulder and you’ll still act like nothing happen. And I still know, you’ll breathing heavily with faster heart beat. I’ll act there’s nothing happen. But we both know, something is happen.
I can’t wait to meet you on a music store. Or some railway station :)