Friday 21 November 2014

Sydney, 21 Nov 2014

Walking through The Rocks district in Sydney's harbour area, I hear music and singing. Coming closer, I see a group of youngsters under a bridge. One of them is playing guitar, he has a microphone and amplifier. The others are standing around him, dancing, singing along. From time to time, they lie down, right there on the sidewalk, for whatever reason, then get up again.

The song finishes, the boy starts the next one - "Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you...". I must have listened to "Wonderwall" about a thousand times during my teenage years. Listening to bands like Oasis was not exactly cool or mainstream back then. But I loved the songs, they were true and helped me through these years.

The kids under the bridge sing enthusiastically, the boy with the guitar starts a line, and lets the others finish it. It touches me that they like this old, immortal song, but makes me almost melancholic, as if I was mourning my youth of days long past. I watch them from the other side of the road, an outsider, an observer.
Am I that old? Well, I am getting married soon. "Wonderwall" is on the playlist for the wedding night.