*gasp* i’m actually blogging about Mayday again, am I selling out?…well, maybe, if a memory that they gave me makes me a sell-out.
I took out my SGJ album today after so many months, to rip it into my zen micro. The 1st thing that struck me again wasn’t the songs or the cover design or that the signatures were going to fade off soon. The 1st thing that hurtled right into my mind was my very 1st tangible memory of holding this album in my hands. Nov 2003. i remember we’d waited for the album for agonizing weeks, and when it was finally released in Singapore, Shir and I scuttled down to Visma in Chinatown after work to lay our trembling hands on our very own copy. Receiving this long-awaited album from the guy there, who as usual teased us about it, was like the equivalent of actually meeting Mayday.
After dinner, we then scuttled further looking for a place to stash ourselves so we could listen to the album in peace and comfort (no opening of the album then, it was much too precious ^_^), and finally ended up in Pacific Coffee’s over-sized red sofas. The care we took to open the albums, the time we spent poring every single inch of the album casing, album inserts, the lyric book, the photos, the discs themselves, and the care we took to take the disc out from the box, becuase it was so tight, and the way our hands shook ^_^ you would have thought it was a prized archaeological discovery. and we were grinning like idiots the whole time. the minute I carefully inserted the CD into my discman, specially primed for the day with new batteries no less, i still remember the feeling of how the tension left my body, and how the stupid grin never, as the music took over.
It’s absolutely hilarious now when I think back on this particular event.
It’s absolutely devastating that I may never experience that kind of joy again.
A salute to Rock Records for giving me all that, and taking away so much more. 5 years.
Damn you, give it back to me, I want it back. Damn you.