I know at some point in my life, I have to write about my friends. Its not that its imperative to talk about them, its not that its cool if we do so, its not that we owe them the regalement of being there when we needed somebody to listen to our pathetic woes in life. There’s absolutely no essential reason why we need to talk about them. Some of us just feels like doing so. I just feel like doing so. Just as what I felt when I first stumbled upon Mumford and Sons. I just cant keep something so good for myself, I just HAVE to profess it. And somehow, just posting it as a Facebook Status is not freakin enough.
Remember when we used to answer “Slumbook” during High School? There will always be a question that goes “ Define Friend?” I wish I answered alot less stupid than my usual “Friends are like mittens, they keep you warm” balogney. Looking back, some of my friends indeed were like mittens to me – well not really to keep me warm, but they protected my hand in a way that I cant grab too many things at the same time. Some of them kept me protected, most of them still do.
But now, more than mittens, they serve me just as much as what music does to me. Some kept me sane, some kept me upbeat, some kept me somber, most kept me exactly right where I needed to be.
Some of them are like All American Rejects – long time ago, I obsessed over them, listen to them everyday, think about them without seizing. And then, time took me to different places, and they stopped making music. We lost touch, I forgot how it felt to listen to them. We became strangers. But just as immortal as first love, whenever they come back, you welcome them with open arms. They are the kind of music you secretly reserve a certain space out of your disc drive – just incase they come back.
Some are like the songs of Backstreet Boys or Spice Girls – your childhood friends. Your neighbors’ daughters and sons. Looking back, they all seemed so mawkish, corny. But whether you admit it or not, they still bring a smile to your face. They are the music you grew up listening to. But as we slowly grow up, we slowly outgrew them too. And then you just heard they were disbanded, and some of them turned out to be gay.
Most are like The Fray , ColdPlay, Muse, Train – friends you allow to take you anywhere. Without hesitations, without fear. Because you know at the end of the day, you will have a good time.
Some are like Justin Bieber – I listened to him for about 2 days, then deleted the entire album.
Some are like my Florence +The Machines or A Fine Frenzy – can anything be as amazing as woman making music? I can think of several Alison Sudol and Florence Welch in my life. They inspire me, they understand how I feel or how I think – and they sing the words back to me. They are the friends I look up to, the kind that makes me see things in a different light. The ones that says “The beauty of the world is yours for the taking”. Badass women.
Some are like Dashboard Confessional, Imagine Dragons, One Republic, 30 Seconds to Mars, Fall Out Boy – Some of them you really love, some of them you really really hate (but you just cant let go.)
Some are like Maroon Five and The Script – very very sikaaaat! Kakaka-umay pero patugtog parin habang naliligo while singing along on top your lungs. Finds your so fed up with, but you love them just the same. That!
Some are Third Eye Blind, Matchbox 20, Lifehouse, Vertical Horizon, Incubus, Rivermaya, Eraserheads – to them who doesn’t grow old. The ones tested by time. They are the ones who never left, despite all my other “boybands” and “pop rock”. They are the ones I run too when all the other songs failed me.
Friends and Music are alike in so many ways – they teach you, they break you, they place courage in your eyes, they forged your wings, they pull you down, they keep you warm (like mittens). Sometimes, they defy you, some defines you. But whatever friends you may have, and whatever playlist you listen to – never go out into the world without them.