Monday, January 26, 2015

76- The Trouble with Love, 3


                             A Photo from Matchbox 20 Live in Singapore
                                                  (November 2013)

Serenade. There's nothing like a soothing serenade.

I love the music of Matchbox 20. I love the work of their front man Rob Thomas. The guy's a musical genius. Think Bach in blue jeans and a leather jacket.

Are you guys familiar with Thomas' song "Ever The Same"? Now that's a song. That's a tearjerker. A heart crusher. Post the feeling on the wall. That's my song. That's your song. Does anyone care? I know I do.

So there you are. Smiling in your seat. Why I can't forget you- like I can't get enough of a Chicago Deep Dish Pizza- I have no idea. Or maybe I do. Maybe I have some inkling but I'm not all too sure.

We've had a lot of conversations about life over time. I am not sure what it was. Was it the way you would giggle whenever you'd talk about inane things? Could the culprit be your careful musings about how a carefree attitude can get you through life? 

Perhaps the total package is what it is. Perhaps it's all about the innocence you exude when you float through the halls of this flawed kingdom. 

You remind me of times when life was a whole lot simpler, when complexity was an ocassional surprise rather than a daily "given". You are akin to a rose that stays in bloom through the winter. 

At this point, I find myself looking like the wildest of cliches. Rose in bloom through winter? Give me a break. I sound like a Michael Learns to Rock song. 

Despite all that, the fact remains that, like an imperfect impression on food made right by that one breakthrough restaurant, captained by that one "amazeballs" chef, you tend to make me want to "sing" a bit better. I think it's because the simplicity behind it all relaxes me. 

Lest I forget that in the end, it is still all about be cautious as opposed to being a reckless wanderer, the trouble with love, as with a cab driver that hoodwinks you on the typical price of a taxi fare from airport to hotel, is that it can, and often does, things to curb your enthusiasm. 

At the same time, the hope for a brighter day one feels is enough to give one a momentary high that sometimes lasts a whole lot longer than a day, and goes a whole lot deeper than your soul. 

And so it goes.

MC

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