Lost in Poetic Dreamscape
It’s never too late to support a band I slept on for years. I didn't get attached to the early albums, but now their words speak to the deepest recesses within me. Now, their songs take my flaccid hands and pull me into a dance. Now, I shut my eyes, drown in resplendent melodies, senses intensified… This is the power of art and creativity. This is what can be formed when artists are allowed to make a masterpiece instead of a commercialized product. I've known Paramore since high school. My classmates would go cray-cray over Hayley Williams, the stunning vocalist known for her edginess, iconic neon-colored locks and thick eyeliner. I was mesmerized, but rock wasn't my thing back then. While my classmates lived in black and checkered wardrobe, side bangs and tons of eyeliner, I was sandwiched between the not-so-popular JPop and the ever-so-odd Korean popular culture. HAHAHA. On some occasions , I'd tag along and watch live bands with friends but didn't get the hair
