I guess I had to write this one.... I was going through my imeem uploads and saw the Taking Back Sunday upload.
I miss TBS very much (kinda disappointed, just checked their webpage and they've not even released a new album yet!!! I guess I'm not THAT out of touch then!).
Am listening to Your Own Disaster now. And you know, I can remember, sitting at the exact same place now, 7 years ago, listening to this song for the first few times.
I wrote this back in the summer, I think, of '03, when I was first in America and at that time TBS was in limbo because John left the band and we all thought that was the end of Taking Back.
Ignore the "I wrote" and "Adam answered".
But anyway, I wrote this "TAKING BACK SUNDAY IS PLAIN AWESOME". And I think at that time, I had been listening to TBS solidly for 8 or 9 months. Like everyday I listened to NOTHING but TBS. And I loved every heartbeat of it from the bottom of my heart!! New love I suppose! lol~
Anyway, I loved TBS. I really did.
And I still love TBS. I really do.
And I still love the energy of TBS.
I can't say which experience was more overwhelming, the TBS and Finch shows in America or the Lunkhead shows in Japan. Both were dreams come true, both were as intense, but both held very different meaning for me and both evoke very different feelings within me.
I think I've not heard TBS AT ALL for the past 3 or 4 months.
That's a first.
Because TBS has always been there, I suppose, in one way or another, in the past 7 years. Yes, the band I've probably supported the longest is Ash, but I suppose, TBS is the band that really has been.... there, somewhere, in the past 7 years.. There was always a TBS song to link to a memory...
I can't say now that I love TBS as much as I did. Even now as Tsuki to Tenohira plays and Odaka-san sings those lovely lines, I really can't say I love TBS more than I do Lunkhead. No, not anymore. Not for the past 3 years, I suppose. I guess somewhere in the closing notes of Head Club and the opening lines of What's it feels like to be a Ghost?, and as Asian Kung-Fu Generation, Plastic Tree and then Lunkhead crept in... something was lost.
Yet.
Yet.
As the first few chords of Cute without the E plays now, man... I think, if you ever gave me a chance again, right here right now, I will, in half a heartbeat, jump right into the middle of the mosh pit, without forgetting all the mosh pits we nearly died in, with all my heart, not an ounce less than 5 years ago, I will without missing a beat, "I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason I just to keep you in mind as something larger than life!"
Kinda such a pity. My last TBS show was the last 15 minutes of their Boston set, and that was the very last time, and I never got to sing Cute without the E with you again....
But I suppose it's apt.
It's apt because the last song that I did get to sing with them, with everyone, with our breathless voice and the drowning rush, was You Know How I Do- because it was the song that defined my American life. And there in my final months in America, this was its requiem.
Well even now as the first few notes of Great Romances play, I'll always remember listening to Great Romances, while I walked home from CSUN, those first few months in America, as Adam sang and I inhaled the fresh cool air, looking into the sky, smiling, happy, thinking, I was FINALLY under the same sky, on the same continent, walking the same land, in the same country as this band. Wow, what a dream come true. Wow. How great it was, how great it was indeed.
I guess, if I never get to Japan, it's okay, isn't it?
Because I had chosen one dream, and God had already granted me that one dream to live.
Shouldn't be asking for another. For a second dream to come true.
