I think I wrote this in a previous entry, but here I am putting it in writing all over again:
The story, the idea is that...there's this guy. And...he's totally depressed! I mean, his great dream was to be a lover, an adventurer, you know, riding motorcycles through South America, and instead he's sitting at a marble table, eating lobster, and he's got a good joband a beautiful wife, right. You know, everything that he needs. But that doesn't matter, 'cause what he wantsis to fight for meaning. You know, happiness is in the doing, not in the...getting what you want. So, he's sitting there, and just at a second, his little five year old daughter hops up on the table. And he knows that she should get down 'cause she could get hurt, but she's dancing to this pop song, in a summer dress. And he looks down, and all of a sudden, he is sixteen. And... his high school sweetheart is dropping him off, at home. And they've just lost their virginity, and she loves him,
and the same song is playing on the car radio, and she climbs up and startsdancing on the roof of the car. And now, now he's worried about her! And she is beautiful, with a...a facial expressionjust like his daughters'. In fact, you know, maybe that's why he even likes her! You see, he knows he's not remembering this dance, he's there. He's there in both moments simultaneously. And just like for an instance, all his life is just folding into itself sunset and it's obvious to himthat time is a lie...that's it's all happening all the time and inside every moment is another moment, all...you know, happening simultaneously. And, anyway, that's kind of the idea... anyway. --- Jesse, Before Sunset
So anyway. It's a Sunday but I feel just how I felt way back 11 years ago. At home, listening to music. And before I the horridness that is Monday eats me up again, I know I would need to put this thought down and share it for everyone's amusement.
Ever experienced listening to music and feeling transported back in time? More like being time space warped, depending on the kind of music you subject yourself to. Music association --- that for some reason, a 3 or 4 minute song can actually take away 3 or 4 minute of your life and bring you back to I don't know --- some good memory I hope? Music is so powerful and more than ever at this point, especially if you have your handy iPod in tow and all you do is click a song and once again you are at your high school dance, worried sick of your curfew Daddy has imposed mercilessly and yet, just like a damsel waiting in distress, silently praying for the love of your life to come up to you and ask you for a dance. Or maybe you can click that particular song that can just remind you how you were back in the day --- when the daily routine only involves home-school-home and your Friday nights are filled with movies you'd like to catch up to while dinner is being served in bed. Music is so powerful enough that once you hear Sergio Mendez's Let's Give A Little More This Time you realize how much of a naive woman you are by giving the nth chance to someone who really doesn't deserve even a second one.
About 4 years ago, I made a playlist for someone and up to this day, the modern rendition of Basil Valdez's Kahit Ika'y Panaginip Lang still lingers in my head and I remember myself driving in South Super Highway on my way to Better Living with a Mango Bravo cake from Contis as a welcome present. I myself am very surprised as to the exact detail a song can cover (and how my memory can't seem to erase it). It's like I remember the song but I don't remember the boy anymore! Haha.
So I guess music will always be that particular part of our lives that will constantly remind us of our (mis)fortunes and (mis)adventures. Whatever it is, I'm glad to know that I am able to feel what Jesse has narrated --- to be in a moment while another moment is happening...to be in those two things simultaneously...life is good it enables us to catch all those fleeting moments. At least even through a song. :-)
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