Hmmm this thing called music, pretty good stuff eh?

Attended Sarah Blasko's concert last night at Fremantle Art's Center. Beautiful place, it was outdoors. Went with Andrew, Hannah and Alicia. Brought my sleeping bag along. Had a very woodstock feel to it cos ppl were getting up n prancing and moving in a trance-like state. Like totally psychedelic dude. It was a very chilled out concert, really relaxed. She was lovely too and had a real good banter going on with the crowd. Her encore was a nice accoustic number that saw her play the guitar, lovely way to end. I came back all calm and chilled amidst the not-so-distant rumbling of exam drums.

Thats the thing bout music isn't it? That ability to just take you away and yet get you grounded. It puts things in perspective. At the end of the day, I look forward to that walk back home more than anything, cos I have a chance to escape into the world of big hair, leather pants, killer guitar solos, a sophisticated horn section, a groovy jazz man, a despairing man who sings about his woman who don't give him much lovin, and so much more. Music has always been a good companion and I have always seeked for solace in it. Like Kate Hudson's character in Almost Famous, Miss Pennylane said, 'When you are down, you can always go to the record store and visit your friends'. It is something like that.

The closest person I can connect with about music is my sister. No one understands my love of music more than she does. When I am home, we just spend hours comparing music and playing stuff for each other. The one song that we really connect with, (APART FROM ALL LED ZEPP SONGS) is the Mamas and the Papas's California Dreaming, cos there's a guy lead and girl lead and it sounds lovely when we sing it together. I guess it's also the best way me and me dad connect as well. We don't talk much but when we go watch a live band, it's like connecting on a higher level, it's like 2 good friends kicking back and enjoying some good tunes. What's more cooler than that? My mum needless to say is a hippie at heart and a true romantic though she has succumbed to some classic rock stuff. She likes Black Dog from Led Zeppelin and for those of you who have heard it will know, it's no Barbara Streisand.

Then there are my friends. Everytime I hear a disco song I think of Jason (there was point that everytime he got in my car, he would play the Bee Gees Cd), everytime I hear Metallica I think of Loi (yes those times in Loi's car as he tail gated and swerved his way on the road to the bak kut teh shop while Master of Puppets was blasting in the background, hehe), everytime I listen to Kashmir by Led Zepp, I think of CK and everytime I hear Linking Park, its Chua (and I think of how much Jason gave him crap for joining the Underground). Then there are some songs that remind you of that special someone. Beautiful.

Home (and hope) beckons even stronger as we slowly end October. So begins the days of library camping where I get more day dreaming done than studying.

I think I may have found a solution for this restless soul, but it ll take time and I m quite sure it will do the trick, we for awhile at least. We'll see how it goes la.

To end, listen to Brick by Ben Folds Five, Weeping Willow by Jaime Scott and the Town and Ohio by Neil Young ( I had to throw an old one in)