Yes, there’s such a thing. The point of this journal is to just let my mind free for once. Often I somehow release the bad most of the time when I write for and to myself. Writing the good things in life is often neglected, as the bad never usually comes out in real life. When masking the bad every day it can just pour. So this morning, I might as well write about my latest obsession.
Back in high school, I would not have even thought of listening to non-English music. Actually, never thought I’d listen to music extensively. Music is mostly, to me, is a filler for the silence surrounding me. Just there in the background. Mind you, it is still now anyway. Especially when I focus at work. But I used to thrive in silence. Now, silence kills me. Music filled the void. I learned to fill my time with some tunes. When I wake up on my days off, I start with a bit of music. When I get creative, I put on a bit of music. What used to be the role of films and shows, music has replaced in my life. I still get those days where music does not help and films do, so I’d switch it. What’s more interesting is that I now listen to Korean music.
It all began with BTS’s Dynamite. They were my Mr. White Rabbit. It led me to the entrance of this world that had existed before them. Some did not make sense. Some were nonsense (okay, by that I mean, I wouldn’t have thought I’d listen to it but here we are). Some were just ultimate wonders. Some would make me go crazy. It’s a wonderland for sure. And I was exposed to Kpop way before BTS. I just never understood music in general. Even American pop wasn’t always on my radar, let alone a whole new language and world. I was a film junky then; more visually engaged than sound. If I would engage to music, it usually would be the hits of earlier years.
Anyway, Korean pop, or music I should say, may be the last of the Korean culture that had seeped into my life now. Honestly, I should’ve given in years ago. Food, TV Shows and Films, fashion, language and then the music. I was once this obsessed with American and Parisian culture. But here we are, a little bit closer to home. And I ain’t stopping.
