Monday, January 18, 2010  12:23 PM
Wired tape
I like how music always has a way of reaching into an untapped part of your being and retrieving memories so entrenched I've thought them forgotten. They form a colourful puzzle of people and places that piece together to form my life. Morbidness aside, I imagine the last few minutes before death to be a fastforwaded saturated film reel and a cacophony of musical notes.
This morning's spins as I daydreamed:
In For The Kill - La Roux: shopping at H&M Ginza, and letting the energy from the song penetrate as I danced and weaved through the insane crowd after a sleepless 36 hours
Hysteric (acoustic) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs: my first yyys song, and before I even knew the title, I pleaded Denise before the day began to "please play my good morning song!" as the perfect cure to gloomy mornings
C.S. Lewis Song - Brooke Fraser: singing in the car with RJ past midnight along the expressway either to or from the airport. "This is my favourite song; I listen to it when I'm sad. Did you know it's a Christian song? Ironic, right."
Collie Man - Slightly Stoopid: i think of giraffes and free-roaming tigers. All because this is Bev's South African song, and she got me so influenced I imagine myself there when I listen to it even though technically, that never happened
Don't Wait - Dashboard Confessional: a suitor once sent this to Julienne, and she forwarded it to me three years ago. I picture that suitor now in a Zegna suit holding out a corsage
God Bless the USA - Lee Greenwood: overnight KTV in Hong Kong, when Deb, Esther, Bev and I changed the lyrics to fit singapore and filmed ourselves singing and doubling over in laughter. "And I'm proud to be a singaporean, where at least I know I'm kiasu, and I won't forget Lee Kuan Yew, who gave that right to me, and I'll gladly queue up next to you..." We were possibly high on an overdose of golf-ball sized wontons
Broken Strings - James Morrison feat Nelly Furtado: UK Road Trip. We played this song numerous times and each time Paul would go, "I like this song! Who sang it ah?", to which either Sara/Esther/Me would say, "James Morrison, you asked this question before once/twice/three times."
Wannabe - Spice Girls: dressed as the spice girls on our way to a themed birthday party. "Do you think we're overdressed?" "What if we're the only ones dressed up?" "Never mind, I think we will WIN." "What do you think the prize is?" "I hope topshop vouchers." Ginger Spice: "I look like a hooker la."
Your Heart Is An Empty Room - Death Cab for Cutie: i like playing this song in the office because Sam knows all the lyrics. She sings it like a consolation as she stands in front of my table and scowls at the newspaper as she works the scanner, her best enemy
Human - The Killers: "Are we human, or are we dancer? What is dancer? It doesn't make sense grammatically!" I cannot remember who said this, but it took place in someone's car outside Ion Orchard
Use Somebody - Kings of Leon: skipping along the bridge at changi village on New Year's Day making up the lyrics as we went along and only repeating confidently the first line
Tiffany Blews - Fall Out Boy: this was so 2009 for me. Bev and I blasted this song countless times, only shouting at the top of our lungs during the chorus, "oh baby you're a classic, like a little black dress!!!"
All My Only Dreams - The Wonders: KL and Genting 2005, the huge white bed and starbucks at night while pretending to blow out smoke. I also picture Luq in his trucker cap.
Unintended - Muse: one balmy night when I ran downstairs to lie by the pool, stared into the blanket of stars and cried
Pretty Boy - M2M: secondary 3 on the overnight sleeper train in China. Ling and I sang it from the top bunks only to annoy the bottom-bunk sleepers to prevent them from sleeping if we couldn't
My Heart & I Decided - Ella Fitzgerald: Christmas trees at Ginza, 9 degree weather, walking aimlessly, my mauve trench coat and standing in front of the Chanel window display
The Shadow Proves The Sunshine - Switchfoot: studying in the CI club room in school on the 5th floor with Felicia before class, her dozing off, me trying to explain the lyrics of the song to her and playing Pachelbel's Canon in D on the electronic keyboard when she fell asleep
Heartbreaker - Mstrkrft: zouk last year when Jan waved Mstrkrft away because she thought they were imposters trying to take pictures with us. All she managed to say to save her own skin was, "Hello" and a handshake, instead of "Yes, I'd be honoured to take a picture with you!"
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