I don’t know if this is a sign I have been in Japan too long, or what. But, when going to the local karaoke box last week, I got a feeling of homesickness while singing the old familiar songs of my high school days. “Jack n’ Diane,” was almost a tear jerker by the time I got through it. My boyfriend was singing some stupid Van Halen songs and I was almost losing it to “Hot for Teacher.” Then he did the unforgivable and sung Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl,” which got the waterworks going.
So, I had to write this out as I didn’t know what it was about those old songs. I guess its just the memories of home. That place and that time might all be too far away. It seems too far away. Maybe, it’s the fact that I don’t hear these songs on the radio here, or hear the radio at all. I miss driving and blaring the radio. Maybe, its cause I missed going home for Christmas for the first time in my life this year. But, whatever it is…it was somewhat sad and yet comforting at the same time.
Music has just left my life here in Tokyo. I didn’t even know the Grammy’s were on last night. I happened to be out and caught a glimpse of it on the tube. I didn’t know half of the performers and well by the sound of things I didn’t really miss much this last year. From what I saw, if that is the best that they can do, I need to start crying into a microphone more. The Grammy’s were horrible. At least, the part I caught. I couldn’t watch much. It was truly horrific. I’ve never been to an awards show, but if anyone cared to be there they weren’t showing it.
Anyway, as for me, I’ll be going back to the karaoke box. I think I have some more memories to relive.