Uncommon... reflecting

I've spent the last 30 minutes in front of my screen wondering what it is I feel the need to belch upon this world today... The only conclusion I've reached is that, instead of doing automatic writing as I always do, I'll give everything a thought before writing it down and the I'll be re-reading it. I know this is not like me, but hey, I don't think it'll hurt this once. Still, don't get any ideas of me writing regularly here, that ain't happening any time soon.

I was listening to a YouTube selection of Synthwave and RetroElectro music which clearly had a distinct 80-esque ring to it. As I was listening, I went to Wikipedia (haters com at me if you dare!) and looked synthwave up. I was surprised to see, beyond the description of how the style appeared and a bit of history, a list of bands the first one cited being Depeche Mode. Now, I've never had any interested in them or their work, but as I linked concepts in my mind, I recalled the first time I had ever heard about Depeche Mode: it was in a Spanish pop FanMag called SuperPop (I think it still exists), I swear I was unable to know whether that was an English or French name, and had absolutely no idea how to pronounce it. But the idea I got from them was that they were just another one of these commercial successes happening in pop music and nothing beyond that. How could I have known they be this long lasting?
Back to the thing... I suddenly felt a... let's just say curiosity about how they do indeed sound: if I like modern synthwave that sounds like 80's synthwave, maybe I could end up liking that as well. It's been surprising, and what is even more amazing, a few of the tunes off thir first album I had already heard sometime somewhere, maybe ask a kid even...

The sun is no longer shining with it's scorching might but is slowly letting the night take over. And this eases my thinking.

It was a good night, I was reacquainted with people I had seen, in some cases, in ten years. And although we've changed, we were still able to recognize each other and to know exactly when and where we had met. It was a series of happy, and fortunate incidents, that lead to enjoying 6 year-old spicy German mead, to conversations with an ex's ex who is a far nicer guy than I ever though or even wanted to accept, late night sword play in the street, and of course a long list of anecdotes from the past...
Some of us are getting older, others like me not really, but still, when we meet, our inner kids come out and call for our help in not hiding them under lock and key. I had to experience the old-time "no, you can't come in dressed like that" and for once in my life I was happy about it, the guy was shit-scared about my looks, pretty normal I may add (cargo pants, sneakers, sleeveless metal band t-shirt and of course upper arm tattoos, and my long hair flowing surrounding my beard)...

Today I still had bit of green in my hair, something stuck with me all through the night, from park I was lucky enough to sit in for a while, under the greenish shade of a tree, just...being.
... and I smiled to myself...