Have you ever expirience the somewhat,annoying thing,when you put your Headphones or Headsets on,Jamming on your Music,not caring what others are doing,and then suddenly Your Music is gone,becuase a certain someone pulls your Headphone or Headsets off,and force you to listen to their music.
Well indeed,this is my case.the hard part of my case,is that this certain someone is my mom.
"PID!,SINI DENGAR NAH LAGU MAMA BUAT BAGUS!"
*hopelessly listen*
Well first of all,I never like people who do that to me,it's freakin' annoys me.Second,My Mom is one of those Moms who worships Dangdut(well im being a little bit dramatic here,not worship,but lets just keep it that way).Every Day,Dangdut.you have to have Dangdut.lucky me,i have new headphones that my Girlfriend bougth me for(thank god for my awesome Girlfriend).so while my dad is being tormented with Dangdut,I Listen to my Jason Mraz Compilation.
Third,my Mom sings Horrificly.My Judgement is not being clouded because i dont fond of Dangdut,i mean im being Objective here(you can already guess from here i dont like Dangdut,trying not to hate it).
And Finally,Mom is a terrible SongWriter aswell,and this is all my fault.
Mom,before pursuing her 'Songwriting' hobby,was actually quite good on the Keyboard.without having any formal lessons,she was good making her own Music Jam on the Keybord.and then,me and my stupid mouth suggested something.
"Kenapa mama nggak sambil buat lagu aja,bagus loh pasti!,"
And then the Nightmare Goes on...
Ofcourse at first it's cute,and i said to her keep on writing!,you'll awesome(60% actually supporting her,40% you know the rest).
So what did i do?,just play it cool David(i keep talking to myself).it's been for months now,and mom has written over like how many,about 20 songs?,and she says it's all diffrent but what i heard by my mom's singing is "LA LA LA LA DANGDUT LA LA LA DANGDUT" or "LA LA LA SOMETHING-ABOUT-KIDS-THESE-DAYS LA LA LA LA" etc.and still,i keep it cool.and just go on with my own business.
You see,on these past months,finally i took up the guitar.it took me roughly about a month or so to get the basic chords right.and then to make a short story short,5 Months later im an amateur(or slightly improve if you see my guitar playing).And yes,i admit once again i've been influenced by the aMRAZing Mr.A-Z(it's funny because i said Mraz two times).
So every now and then im making my own music,without words thought.just fining a good compilation and then tape them on my Cell.and turns out pretty good,so says my friends who i share the tapes with.after these praises i actually kinda want to put words on them,and maybe...just maybe,i dont know,really thinking of making music as a career choice?,but allwell lets just be realistic here and get back to earth.
Back to the main part,months later,i find it not a problem anymore.in fact i put a poker face or two implying that i actually like it.and just for a moment i found peace with my Mother's 'Songs'.but then the worse happened.
I was playing my guitar at the garden back in my house(where i always jam),jamming to see if i can get any new tunes,mom sat in front of me watching me while i was playing the guitar.as i glanced for a little while plucking my guitar,my mom's face is telling 'i need to tell you something when you finish,hurry up' kind of face.and so i stopped my Guitar Playing.
"KAMU MAIN GITAR NGGAK BOLAH SEMBARANGAN PID!"
Me?,playing foolishly?,please do tell what the fuck did i do wrong.ofcourse i did not said this outloud.
"KAMU HARUS NGIKUTIN MAMA GINI NAH,4 BARIS KATA BERARTI BLA BLA BLA BLA"
I didn't heard the rest after that 'baris' part.becuase,my mom is talking about songwriting,not about Guitar Comps.
And so goes on my moms 'advice' which personally i have some thoughts at,then i lost my interest.and just give a poker face and say "iya ma....iya.....iya....."
My mom doesnt realized that Guitar playing and Songwritings are not in the same department,and she goes all this Simon Cowell mode on me.but i just played it cool.
And this continue,continue,continue for awhile,and i think i had quite enough of her.it is not that i am this some ignorrant little brat that doesn't listen to their parents,it's just i dont see any points that mom is giving me on my Guitar Playing.So when there is Mom Home,i put up the guitar,or play in my room so mom wont interrupt me with her '4 lines' speech.
I Cant just say to her about my feelings,my mom has got the temper of the krakens.one wrong word from me,the house goes chaos.i just dont like it when my mom just wrote some 'songs' and goes all expert on music.
Music,to me,is anything.i doesn't have rules,music is joy,music is the place that i can escape from my problems.and Mom is soo hard implying to me i have to do this this this this,i almost lost my mood on picking up the Guitar.
Well,i guess that's that.you just have to put up with people's shit they give to you.especially if it is your Mom.but happy to say im still making so sweet love to my Guitar when mom is not home.
Carpe Diem.
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