(Yup, that's me, still on that baggy, saggy jeans tip, haha. London, 2008).
Love at first sight? Ha. Certainly not. Recently I'm feeling like the idea of true love between people is just an expressive conduit we just label as truth because it fits so well. Perhaps those vividly brilliant moments of happiness, so often haphazardly swept upon us, are a reflection of the environment and personal reception with those we shared them with at the time. As for myself, such a particular experience came from an unknown city in a foreign culture. But this phenomenon may manifest at any occurrence of a shared, elated experience. A place that blossoms a sentiment of love toward one, or even multiple individuals. I would never usually believe in love at first sight. Standard. But c'est le vie... and it's one big trip. Those who have garnered a flash of instant attraction, which was then built upon into an ensuring relationship, and eventual eternity may seem so. After all, such an extended scenario undoubtedly seems meant to be. But I'm no high, late-night cynic blogger. I have experienced love at first sight... I think.
An instant, though no less strange attraction occurred absolutely. I was never to know if I loved her. Regardless of my inconsistent feelings that will continue to shift from yesterday into tomorrow, I know there was definitely love involved. If you haven't noticed already, my personal expression of love in the present has shifted with each word scrawled in this post. I should probably stick to music where I can relay those sentiments much better. No worries, there is plenty soul-striking music in this one 'ere.
Now back to my original concept about love initiated, or even just developing, "at first sight". My ambiguous idea (as if I can think straight on this) suggests those heart-felt moments of love are more so based on the connection of 'loving life' (happiness), and allowing that to transcend into a connection with those people you're surrounded by and sharing such energy. That's quite obvious on itself. But that undeniability reels out of control when the idea of a soul-mate style love between two individuals is put in the spotlight. Could cupid really aim efficiently on a crowded, smoke-and-laser filled dance floor, in a dark labyrinth after downing a couple pints of pilsner? Really??
So then the hasty memory proceeds. Dancing to some dirty bass after being surprisingly swept off a back-alley concrete curb by what seemed like a sleek vampire in true fashion who likes to watch things burn. Super sexy in her dancing threads; black pants, on black skate shoes, on a black top. So simple. Her true physical elegance was yet to be witnessed... like goddess status-- no joke. With barely words spoken we kissed. There was no emotion at all. But my drawl toward her remained. "Who the fuck is this?", kept leaping through my head. After that night, her image would be a primary thing revolving in my mind for weeks. However, I was giving little concern to the environment I was in. A U.S. kid in a foreign country connecting in a wordless world of the illest-electronic beats on the planet, and sharing this moment with another foreign stranger carrying the attitude of a Russian bad girl in her graceful 2-step. A multiculturalist named Rozé, who was actually quite sweet when tastefully sampling life's nectar on her own terms. She owned her element and anyone that tried to step into it. Being used to plastic Cali girls in my native upbringing, this one was everything I never got to see and single-handedly changed my perception on my type of woman. Her other hand was holding a cocktail.
Without getting easily carried away with my recollection, I can't help but feel it actually derives from the particular time and space I was in... and a blessed nostalgia that continues to follow. That personal place in the world that will never be replaced and can never be brought back. That was the love I was longing for and that I found in her. That's perhaps why I feel such strong feelings for someone I met 3 years ago. I barely even knew her. I had much longer and"intense" relationships (in the traditional-contextual sense of the word) around the same time period, but Rozé had the ability to erase all of those lovely women in a heartbeat. Little did I know our last kiss that night would be one of the very few in our ever so strange relationship. Two planet's colliding but only one takes the hit. Her lukewarm reception was blatantly evident, often frustrating and mind-bending at times. Yet I was allured by it, never really knowing if I even warmed to her. But to not be requited didn't matter in the end. It was that illicit pleasure I craved for. I mean, for no one else could I imagine buying my own packs of cigarettes, which happened to be her favorite brand, just to share one with her... and I don't even smoke. Because just like a cigarette, I wanted that momentary high with complete disregard for the consequences.
All I know is those memories of that city will never be the same without her. I don't think I loved her, but then again I've contradicted that numerous times already in this story. For someone who enjoys controlling a situation, this adorable and perplexing creature was the most interesting, exciting and enticing person I've ever met... and I had absolutely no grasp. Who will come next, Jah only knows. But that city I love so much, and those people I also cared for so dearly, which created moments in time that will never be completely captured; these are all encapsulated in Rozé. So if that's what love a first sight is, then it most definitely can happen. And it ain't no long ting, trust me. Bless.
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Below is a song I've been hooked on ever since I was shown it earlier this summer. Definitely my favorite joint so far this year. The rapidly rising artist, Theophilus London via Brooklyn, NY generates sounds of earlier hit genres like funk, eletro, soul and punk, melding them into progressive reusability, while maintaining that be-easy signature hip-hop vibe. Certainly not one to take your eyes off in the near future. A charming man indeed. My south-coast creepers can catch Theophilus London at HARD Summer 2010 this Saturday, August 7th in Los Angeles.
In pure rhythm with my post, his spectacular video "Humdrum Town" is about how going back to a certain place -- a country, a city, a street -- can and will be forever altered once that one you loved it with is gone. I originally got into this tune in Brooklyn coincidentally. Authentic yes, but I'd I'll prefer to take it back to the CB-1 and blast my headphones on a badboy BMX. Thinking of her it's a different city, but change is the only thing that's constant.... so ride on. P.E.A.C.E.
This video says everything I can't...
Felt - Woman Tonight
An instant, though no less strange attraction occurred absolutely. I was never to know if I loved her. Regardless of my inconsistent feelings that will continue to shift from yesterday into tomorrow, I know there was definitely love involved. If you haven't noticed already, my personal expression of love in the present has shifted with each word scrawled in this post. I should probably stick to music where I can relay those sentiments much better. No worries, there is plenty soul-striking music in this one 'ere.
Now back to my original concept about love initiated, or even just developing, "at first sight". My ambiguous idea (as if I can think straight on this) suggests those heart-felt moments of love are more so based on the connection of 'loving life' (happiness), and allowing that to transcend into a connection with those people you're surrounded by and sharing such energy. That's quite obvious on itself. But that undeniability reels out of control when the idea of a soul-mate style love between two individuals is put in the spotlight. Could cupid really aim efficiently on a crowded, smoke-and-laser filled dance floor, in a dark labyrinth after downing a couple pints of pilsner? Really??
So then the hasty memory proceeds. Dancing to some dirty bass after being surprisingly swept off a back-alley concrete curb by what seemed like a sleek vampire in true fashion who likes to watch things burn. Super sexy in her dancing threads; black pants, on black skate shoes, on a black top. So simple. Her true physical elegance was yet to be witnessed... like goddess status-- no joke. With barely words spoken we kissed. There was no emotion at all. But my drawl toward her remained. "Who the fuck is this?", kept leaping through my head. After that night, her image would be a primary thing revolving in my mind for weeks. However, I was giving little concern to the environment I was in. A U.S. kid in a foreign country connecting in a wordless world of the illest-electronic beats on the planet, and sharing this moment with another foreign stranger carrying the attitude of a Russian bad girl in her graceful 2-step. A multiculturalist named Rozé, who was actually quite sweet when tastefully sampling life's nectar on her own terms. She owned her element and anyone that tried to step into it. Being used to plastic Cali girls in my native upbringing, this one was everything I never got to see and single-handedly changed my perception on my type of woman. Her other hand was holding a cocktail.
Without getting easily carried away with my recollection, I can't help but feel it actually derives from the particular time and space I was in... and a blessed nostalgia that continues to follow. That personal place in the world that will never be replaced and can never be brought back. That was the love I was longing for and that I found in her. That's perhaps why I feel such strong feelings for someone I met 3 years ago. I barely even knew her. I had much longer and"intense" relationships (in the traditional-contextual sense of the word) around the same time period, but Rozé had the ability to erase all of those lovely women in a heartbeat. Little did I know our last kiss that night would be one of the very few in our ever so strange relationship. Two planet's colliding but only one takes the hit. Her lukewarm reception was blatantly evident, often frustrating and mind-bending at times. Yet I was allured by it, never really knowing if I even warmed to her. But to not be requited didn't matter in the end. It was that illicit pleasure I craved for. I mean, for no one else could I imagine buying my own packs of cigarettes, which happened to be her favorite brand, just to share one with her... and I don't even smoke. Because just like a cigarette, I wanted that momentary high with complete disregard for the consequences.
All I know is those memories of that city will never be the same without her. I don't think I loved her, but then again I've contradicted that numerous times already in this story. For someone who enjoys controlling a situation, this adorable and perplexing creature was the most interesting, exciting and enticing person I've ever met... and I had absolutely no grasp. Who will come next, Jah only knows. But that city I love so much, and those people I also cared for so dearly, which created moments in time that will never be completely captured; these are all encapsulated in Rozé. So if that's what love a first sight is, then it most definitely can happen. And it ain't no long ting, trust me. Bless.
- - -
Below is a song I've been hooked on ever since I was shown it earlier this summer. Definitely my favorite joint so far this year. The rapidly rising artist, Theophilus London via Brooklyn, NY generates sounds of earlier hit genres like funk, eletro, soul and punk, melding them into progressive reusability, while maintaining that be-easy signature hip-hop vibe. Certainly not one to take your eyes off in the near future. A charming man indeed. My south-coast creepers can catch Theophilus London at HARD Summer 2010 this Saturday, August 7th in Los Angeles.
In pure rhythm with my post, his spectacular video "Humdrum Town" is about how going back to a certain place -- a country, a city, a street -- can and will be forever altered once that one you loved it with is gone. I originally got into this tune in Brooklyn coincidentally. Authentic yes, but I'd I'll prefer to take it back to the CB-1 and blast my headphones on a badboy BMX. Thinking of her it's a different city, but change is the only thing that's constant.... so ride on. P.E.A.C.E.
This video says everything I can't...
Felt - Woman Tonight
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