Dream Log | January 21, 2016

Dream Log | January 21, 2016

Dream:

I came back after a long trip to another place in the world. There is someone I have to visit. Someone who misses me dearly.

I get a bird’s eye view of a little fishing village. Some houses are sitting on platforms held up over the water in a pond. I see a burly man with a long fluffy beard doing some tasks around on the deck. He  enters the small living quarters.

I descend down from the sky but mess up my landing; I ended up falling right onto my belly instead of my feet. I look up at the doorway. The man jumps in surprise. Now, I’ve switched points of view with the burly man.

I look at myself, looking up sheepishly from the ground. I don’t look like myself. I have green eyes and my hair, although black, is curly and in two loose pigtails.

I switch back into my own point of view. The man has an incredulous look on his face. Then, fond recognition.

“Oh! My little Irish girl from China. How have you been this long time?”

I find myself smiling, but I don’t say anything.


Afterthoughts: This is the first time I recall changing ethnicity partially. It was a strange dream but when I saw the small fishing village, it felt like I had come back home–it felt like a childhood memory.

 

 

What is mainstream music?

What is mainstream music?

Adolescence is filled with embarrassing moments and small misfortunes… Here is the story of a young girl who didn’t do her research.


 

I was in grade 7 and in drama class. If I calculate the year that it was, it would be 2006. This was the time of American boy bands, if I remember correctly. Everyone was sitting around in a circle–we were doing a type of ice-breaker.

For some background, at this age, I was just starting to use the internet. My only mainstream music knowledge, was of the songs I heard in the car on our road trips to a nearby city for groceries. Other than that, I had no other exposure to hit music. HOWEVER, I did play the piano. Does that count? Anyways…

We are back in the circle formation and had just finished going around the circle introducing ourselves. The drama teacher then proceeded to say this: “We’re going to go around the circle again. This time, I want you to tell us a song that you like.”

Uh-oh (Back then, I was oblivious to the embarrassing moment to come).

We started going around the circle again. This time, names of songs popular in the day started to come out.

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams”

“American Idiot”

“Shut Up!”

“Since U Been Gone”

“Teardrops on my Guitar” 

As the bomb slowly rolled closer and closer to me, I became more and more aware of how little I knew about mainstream music.

Finally, as much as I dreaded it, it was my turn.

I was faced with two decisions now; copy someone else’s song idea and pretend that I knew what song it was, or tell the truth. Do you want to know which choice I picked?

Here was my response…

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Me: “The Pipe Aria.”

Class: (silence)

Me: “…. by Bach.”

Class: (more silence)

You could hear a pin drop… it was that silent. Okay, maybe not. The floor was carpet.

Needless to say, that experience was mortifying. Just like any other kid who wants to redeem back their “coolness”, I proceeded to research as many hit songs as I could after school and even learned to sing some of them.

Ah, childhood. Can’t be beat.

Hope you found my misfortune amusing, haha! Feel free to share any embarrassing childhood stories you have. I’d be thrilled to read them! 😀

-Tiffany

PS – For anyone interested in listening to this “The Pipe Aria”, here it is.


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