I hit play. Familiar notes of Asobi Seksu tumble out of my speakers. I remember hearing her for the first time almost 2 years ago at Riott.
I listened to it last year. A lot. A female voice breaking out of the mundane male voices singing of insincere lost love.
It\’s a a familiar note.
I am frustrated. I hear the same the emotions as last year. I am hopeful that he will find what he is looking for. But it\’s the same melody of last year. I ask…sometimes every day almost in hope that today he will tell me something. Of progress. Every few months, I am surprised, he finds something. But most of the time, it\’s a silent I don\’t want to disappoint you so I don\’t tell you anything…at all.
In the meantime, caught in boredom at work, I send anything I think might be relevant. But I feel like I am talking to a silent unlistening wall. I don\’t want to nag, but I want to know. Stop shutting me out.