Author: Frank

Music…

Here Without You

Away from the Sun

3 Doors Down

and Words

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don′t think I can look at this the same

But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face

I′m here without you, baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

A few days ago, I observed news stories as they rotated through the carousel on my home page.  As I watched the images, I saw a picture that I recognized.  That was the picture of the vocalist for ‘3 Doors Down’, and the story was that he passed away.  I clicked on that link.  Brad Arnold died from cancer at age 47.  I honestly don’t know much about the band, nor did I know the vocalist’s name.

I’m not sure precisely when I started to listen to 3 Doors Down, though a band name with a number amuses me (as did Matchbox 20).  I imagine that I first heard their music on the radio, but much like anything, listening to music is strongly mood-driven.  Eventually, several songs caught my attention, and I picked up this album, ‘Away from the Sun’.

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Music…

Far Behind

Candlebox

Candlebox

and Words

Now maybe
I didn′t mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And then maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And so maybe
Your friends, they stand around, they watch you crumble
As you falter to the ground

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

Shortly after I had arrived at Microsoft in 1991, I sat in my mentor’s office while we debugged an issue with audio playback.  It was one of the older Microsoft X-shaped buildings (numbered 1-6); they have since been torn down.  Curtis’s office was a window office in the middle of the wing; it overlooked plants that gave fair cover from the outside.  He also had several lush plants in his office.  These were the days before music streaming.  His L-shaped desk had two drawers filled with CDs, and that’s how we played music.  He introduced me to this tune, ‘Far Behind’ by Candlebox.

In complete honesty, I was lukewarm to grunge music.  I suppose that I was skeptical that any band from the Seattle area that managed to put out an album should implicitly get recognition.  It might’ve been an exciting time, living in the Seattle area, right around the birth of this music movement.  However, I never really engaged with the music scene.  To this day, I don’t own any Mudhoney, Soundgarden, or Pearl Jam.

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Music…

Careless Whisper

Make It Big

Wham!

and Words

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind ignorance is kind
But there′s no comfort in the truth
Pain is the all you’ll find

Shoulda′ known better, yeah
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind the silver screen
And all its sad goodbyes

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

Wham! came onto the scene while I was in high school.  It all started with the dayglow song, “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”.  This is not a post about that song, which, even today, permeates my head as a detestable earworm.  Wham! got enough radio (and MTV) airplay, but they remained mostly in the periphery of my attention.  That’s where this band remained until I graduated high school.

Shortly after I graduated high school, I found my kin.  I sleepwalked through my first eighteen years without really finding other Chinese Americans.  Only a handful of Asian American students attended my high school.  Even when we crossed paths, it felt as if we were still a token group.  Once I graduated, I met other Chinese Americans.  It felt transformative.

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Music…

Red Sector A

Grace Under Pressure

Rush

and Words

All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shoutin′ guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

I was in high school when I read George Orwell’s 1984; ironically, it was around 1984.  The words expanded my mind and darkened my heart; I loved that book.  Some allege that, in order to render a book boring to students, teachers need only label it required reading.  This book was required reading, and I loved it nonetheless.  I won’t spend my post detailing the events in the book.  I will say that its dystopian nature and the degree to which the state controlled everything awakened parts of my mind that lay dormant.

While I enjoyed reading other required assignments in high school, George Orwell’s 1984 sits at the top of the list.  I should be grateful that it was assigned reading, because I honestly doubt that I would’ve read it on my own.  On my own, I’ve read other books that others allege as classic must-reads, like Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, but it didn’t have the same impact.

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Music…

DJ Play A Christmas Song

Christmas

Cher

and Words

No one on the streets and the city is quiet
I should be asleep by the heat of the fire
But I′m on my way out
And I’m gonna stay out

I can feel the pulse as I walk in the door
Take me through the crowd to the middle of the floor
The red and the green lights
Are hitting me just right

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

From my earliest memory, my dad ran his own restaurant.  We lived in Puerto Rico, and he converted the front end of the residence, in the middle of our street, into a restaurant.  This means that my family has been in the service industry my entire life.  Most people have fond memories of Christmas Day.  They remember Christmas Day traditions with their families, with little else to do.  After all, most businesses close on Christmas Day.  Chinese restaurants do not close on Christmas Day.  My dad didn’t close our restaurant on Christmas Day.

Once my dad passed away, we moved to Fort Lauderdale, Florida.  My mom didn’t speak English and had only a limited education.  She took on work as a seamstress and found side jobs in the kitchens of Chinese restaurants.  However, the rest of my siblings and I started work at an early age.  I started working at the age of twelve by washing dishes.  My sisters similarly worked in the food industry.  In fact, my mom ran another restaurant in Florida.

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Music…

Something Just Like This

Memories… Do Not Open

The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

and Words

I′ve been reading books of old, the legends and the myths
Achilles and his gold, Hercules and his gifts
Spider-Man’s control and Batman with his fists
And clearly, I don′t see myself upon that list

But she said, “Where d’you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts
Some superhero, some fairy tale bliss
Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss”

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

As we got a new car nearly a year ago, we finally enjoyed integration with modern technology.  In our case, this meant having digital music in the car as well as a combined playlist.  We both contribute to that playlist.  Honestly, on most trips, we talk instead of playing music.  These trips mostly occur when we start or end our workdays, and thus, we often converse about the events of our day.

However, we do play music when the mood arises.  She is more selective than I am about the songs that we play, whenever she selects the music (hint: most of the time, since I normally drive).  She often skips certain tunes based on mood.  I understand that; I often skip songs even on carefully curated playlists.  There are some songs that I occasionally request we not skip, such as Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’.

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Music…

You Really Got Me

Van Halen

Van Halen

and Words

Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I don′t know what I’m doin′
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I can’t sleep at night

Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I don’t know where I′m goin′, yeah
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can’t sleep at night

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

For some time now, a quiet thought lingered as I wrote these posts.  Is my writing a sanitized version of the thoughts that bounce in my head?  While I definitely write about loss and even longing, it’s all neatly packaged and resolved.  It gives the quiet impression that I have my shit together, and that you can similarly magically resolve all conflict in your life.

The story I tell myself is that I choose not to write about it yet because it’s not yet complete.  To follow typical high school writing instructions, a piece needs an introduction, a body, and a conclusion.  Writing about unresolved conflict felt a bit like giving you only the first half of a book without showing how it all resolves.  Why would I write a story that leads nowhere?

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Music…

Unwritten

Unwritten

Natasha Bedingfield

and Words

I am unwritten
Can′t read my mind, I’m undefined
I′m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand, ending: unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

On a lazy weekend evening, we settle at home to watch a film.  We hadn’t yet decided on our selection, but we looked for something that would entertain us for the evening.  After looking at some trailers, we settled on the movie Anyone But You.  It seemed like a fun, light-hearted romantic comedy.  The movie didn’t disappoint; it was precisely what we needed that night.

Upon seeing the credits, I was delighted to find that Sydney Sweeney, the actress who played the lead, got top billing over her love interest, played by Glen Powell.  Both characters were likeable and flawed.  It’s refreshing to have finally escaped the misogynistic double standard about promiscuity from my youth.  Naturally, you can predict that the two of them will end up together.  Though, as with most romantic comedies, it’s not about the destination; it’s about the journey.

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Music…

Dream On

Aerosmith

Aerosmith

and Words

Every time when I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone

And it went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn′t that the way?
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it′s everybody’s sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.

Broward Mall, the local mall where I grew up in Fort Lauderdale, sat on the corner of Broward Boulevard and University Drive.  It was a modest drive away, at 10-15 minutes by car.  However, considering that I didn’t have my own car until I had basically graduated from high school, it was somewhat inaccessible.  The times I did make it out there relied on my older sister’s generosity, since she had a car.

On a particular day during high school, I browsed the music section at Spec’s in the mall.  They played this song by Aerosmith, ‘Dream On’, over their speakers throughout the store.  I knew the song and artist; I liked the song.  Meanwhile, another patron walks up to the cashier’s station and asks about the song, insisting that he wants to buy the album.  Instead of simply making the sale, the clerk responds with, “This particular song is unlike the rest of Aerosmith’s music; you’d be better off getting the single.”

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