music. i. love.

i love music. i love good melody, good lyrics. i appreciate the music, even when i’m not much of a singer.

but i was born in a family of non-musicians. no one in my family actually a musician, no one in my circle of friends actually in a band or anything remotely close to that. we karaoke, yes. but being a musician, no. regardless, that doesn’t stop my father from going to that karaoke place every night after he separated from my mom, or stop my mom from singing in the kitchen, or stop my brothers from singing every single day in the shower, or stop my twin brothers from buying knock-off guitars from his friend, or stop my baby sisters from recording songs from thee radio and listen it on their cheap mobile phone. hmm, now that i wrote this down, i began to realize that my whole family were quite heavily influenced by music. my third brother can actually sings, and have a lot of guts doing it.

i listen to music everyday on my way to work, i listen to music whenever it gets too noisy, or too quiet at work. i listen to music and smile. i listen to music and cry. i don’t know how to explain it, but music to me is like a comfort food. you need it when you need it. and with the kind of life i have, i sort of needed it all the time.

i love the seemingly freedom those musician have.

oh and i recently fall for that particular malaysian born guitarist agcoco from hujan band.