If you have to ask you'll never know ! [L.Armstrong]... thats Louis not Lance.

Jun 24, 2009

Cry baby!

The music has gotten out of control. CD’s that are largely unused. MTV and Channel [V]. The MP3’s on the Ipod and the cell phone. Play lists on the computer. The Karaoke set the kids use. The neighbours surround sound system that has a 5.1 speaker system. It’s more like a 6.1 because it sounds like one of the speakers is in our house. The Worldspace radio, the F.M. in the car. The tune on the Aquagaurd. The tune on the same neighbours car when it gets into reverse gear. The elevator music. The hymns in church and the bhajans in the train. As we go through the day with all it’s attendant forces at play.
Of singers who mourn for loves lost , journeys not traveled , of words said and unsaid. The country singers and the rap artists. Both detailing lifes cruelties but on different canvases. The blues playing out on a rainy day. While we go from waking to REM sleep and back again with their stories being little more than the rice in our dal chaval.
I turn around from the table to see my daughter with a big fat tear rolling down her face.
“What happened Aalia?”
“It’s such a sad song”.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sad songs they say... so much! :)

agent green glass said...

and MJ died. i never realised i would feel so sad. haven't heard him for years. and then suddenly it's like a huge part of my growing up years, the strange fashions, the gloves, the learning to moonwalk...all wiped away. mortality strikes, the music pauses.