It's All Coming Back To Me Now

There comes a time to every person with privilege of free time to 

have absolutely no idea what to do with theirs. That of mine,

I braved the unopened closet under my mother's freakish mini

space for her idols, bibles and unrecognizable things where most 

of the house dust sits.

In there, I found tons of CDs, V8 tapes, VHS, cassettes which

I admittedly haven't seen in a decade. "HIMSA October 27, 2000", 

the V8 label said. Well that can't be good. That tape is over a decade

old and it felt like that gig was just a couple of years ago.

As my partner worked his ass off on the computer, I constantly

changed the CD on that player. When it was time for his break, I prepared

a food or should I say something edible but easy to prepare. 

While he was on his first bite, like every bite of every meal that I make him,

there goes the just-fucked face of him again. I just love it.

And then it's All Affected on the background.

As we enjoy our runny eggs and instant noodles, I can't help

but wonder how much I have changed since 2000.

I bet a lot and I am sure those people on that show

have been quite busy themselves. 

Now the nostalgic part.

Not going there.

But as we listen to this raw recording, there was 

a lingering deep feeling of how much being young, out-of-tune,

and fun to be in a band awhile back. 

When the world of internet was still a science fiction and

spending the mid-afternoon at your friend's house just

listening to this band with a new sound, wishing how much 

you wanted to play an instrument just like them.

Add to that, plotting your photocopied DIY zine and

wanting to be friends with the scene's who's who via mail letter. 

Is it just me or the word "bored" is becoming more and more

prevalent these days? 

 

Is that why scene kids today no longer play instruments just for the heck of it?

Is that why they are now obsessed with the knitty-gritty of their

so-called music?

The complexity equals the art?

Where's the fun in that?