{"id":62,"date":"2007-09-18T11:02:43","date_gmt":"2007-09-18T08:02:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kakko-ii.com\/?p=62"},"modified":"2007-09-18T11:02:43","modified_gmt":"2007-09-18T08:02:43","slug":"those-precious-moments-part-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kakko-ii.com\/?p=62","title":{"rendered":"Those Precious Moments – Part 6"},"content":{"rendered":"

I don\u2019t know how to answer Zush\u2019s last post. I thought that by leaving it, my mind would somehow sprout into all kinds of wisdom. I\u2019m staring at my laptop screen now, blank like a canvas devoid of it\u2019s painter. A good beginning is important. I suppose I\u2019m still looking for that beginning, the entrance to the conversation. Give me a few hours. Please.<\/p>\n

\"Clouds\"<\/div>\n

I was ironing a big pile of clothes today. They were crisp with deep wrinkles . Maps of land that don\u2019t exist. But if you used your imagination, you could definitely see a world living within the heap of shit I like to call, clothes that haven\u2019t been ironed for months.<\/p>\n

I started this post yesterday but never came back to it. I listened to old jazz records instead. And after that, opened a few cans of beer. I then ventured up into the attic, plugged in my guitar, turned the amp on, and jammed for hours. When I began it was light. When I finished I couldn\u2019t see my hands. The whole thing was something else. Mind, body and soul disconnected from the physical, entering an exclusive haunt.<\/p>\n

My guitar opens up a world. A world I walk in and out of, living through anything I want to live through. Be it the past, present of future, my guitar lets me into these places. It\u00a0is my hero, my lover, my best friend, my conscience.<\/p>\n

Our love for music, I later thought, must give birth from the same source. Zush explained \u201cWhen you listen to any kind of music, you want to make your life more bearable. You get kicks from that music\u201d. we connect with music because it understands us. Because the artists behind the instruments and the microphones are living and breathing the same air as us. Songs are mini riots. Explosions of colours that make up the world. We create the paintings from them.<\/p>\n

Artists work for themselves. They have big egos and self-indulge. Its all part of the process. But no matter what they want us to feel from their songs, we take what we make of it. We\u2019re all artists.<\/p>\n

\"Hitomi<\/div>\n

My clothes still looked liked maps after an hour of solid ironing. I didn\u2019t care though. Hitomi Yaida\u2019s<\/strong> \u2013Kodoku na cowboy\u2019 began to roar from my headphones. I was back in Malaysia with my best friend, being woken up by my little cousin at 6am in the morning. The cicadas were still chirping outside the window. The faint sounds of a dog barking. The draft of the air-conditioner. The mickey mouse clock ticking away annoyingly on top of the old television. The smell of cooked breakfast outside the bedroom door. My auntie telling off her son for breaking into our room. \u2013Kodoku na cowboy\u2019 takes me back to \u2013that\u2019 place.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m currently playing the song now. My heart remembers. It remembers because it\u2019s telling me. Heavy like clouds about to rain. The chorus sends me back to that whole holiday. I\u2019m now in \u2013that\u2019 place. That place Zush has mentioned before. Here is good karma.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Wu-san<\/em><\/p>\n

[to be continued]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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