Interpreter of Maladies
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
listening to good old Bon Jovi after 3 years - do you believe me !!!Its been 3 years since I picked up this dust laden cassette from my closet. Its a childhood favorite, something that I have never forgotten. Its not my favorite music but yes, I have lived on it. Now that I want peace and silence in life, Bon Jovi music seems to be, at best, tangential. But something you have grown up with; it takes time to get over it. I remember sitting with friends in the garage- our old guitar, the arcane keyboard and the hoarse voices. Its not a joke but we would just stay awake screaming NEVER SAY GOODBYE. Till my mom would actually drag me to bed and march the rest back to their homes respectively. As I am listening to the same music on the walkman right now, I can feel the tingle in my bones. The excitement of Bon Jovi, ah its magic. I want to be the same, wild kid, again. When "She's a little runaway" was the theme song for me. And now, the sophisticated, peace loving, me, cant even endorse my first love. I have graduated to ghazals, Nora jones, leaving behind, the Bruce Springstee, Bon Jovi and Joe Satriani. Its the same little poor escapist inside me.
