I felt so sleepy during driving today so I came home and slept like a log for an hour or so. It was another beautiful day; it was sunny out and the air gave out cool breeze. After waking up, I decided to go for a ride on my bike. I haven't ride a bike for awhile and got so tired after sat my butt on the seat for just several minutes. I had no plan in mind except for a change of scene and, just a little bit, I hoped to clear my mind. From what? I wasn't even sure myself. For the past couple months I have not been playing music at all. I think I'm going to UW for an IVA major. Interdisciplinary Visual Art is the full name. But I still got a funny feeling about it though. You know, I always feel like I'm in the right place but at the wrong time. Sometimes I feel so tired of just being myself. Why is being myself so tiring? That, too, I wasn't sure.
Today I rode my bike down south from Greenwood toward Fremont. I have to tell you, sometimes I feel like I'm in a novel. Once in awhile, there is a sensation that I'm in a town where the people are so nice and friendly and everybody has a place and space of their own but sharing it with everybody else. You know, just like in an old european movie or in a novel where a protagonist lives in a small town where he knows everyone there. He knows where they live, what they do for living, and what their personalities are like. And those people, in turn, know him as a child who grew up in this peaceful town.( but now we live in a neighborhood where we rarely know or care to know each other personally). You know, something like in Aesop fables. He would go to a grocery store and talk to the head clerk who owns and runs the place by himself( nobody in the business does that anymore) and he would walk to the flower shop where the owner is the old lady in her 40's who has a beautiful lovely daughter who the protagonist is secretly in love with.( the latter part is not always necessary..haha). Anyways, He would also walk further to the bakery or cafe where he would buy artisan bread that was baked using hand-selected ingredients and love in a room filled with hand-made tools and closed-friends. The chefs who are also town-folks would talk and fill each other with laughter while outside, through the open window, they can see and hear the songbirds singing in the tree and the morning sun would secretly peep through the window and partly shine on the table revealing the moment of nostalgia. You know, the same feeling one can get when listening to the music of J.S. Bach or Nobuo Uematsu.
Once in awhile, that kind of( not exactly but partly similar) feeling comes to me. When it comes, I feel like I'm the happiest person in the world and the city is like my closest friend who is somewhere between an asshole and a true companion. You know, the kind of friend that you get mad and get bored at sometimes but in the end you care for each other so much.
I rode my bike, stopped at Ken's market to get some energy drink and rode further to Fremont and got myself some awesome on-sale used Jazz records from Jive Time.
The Dave Brubeck Quartet - Time Out - $3
Louis Armstrong - Rare Items(1935-1944) - $3
Folksy Nina Simone( with my favorite cover of " Twelfth of Never ") - $ 18.99
Fats Waller- Ain't Misbehavin' - $3
