Currently Playing: Nizlopi-The JCB Song.
I have this inexplicable habit of yelling ‘JCB!’ every time I spot a yellow tractor, any yellow tractor. Peculiar, but something I can’t quite but help.
The reason for this is that after Nizlopi established The JCB Song as one of my favourites to listen to, the image’s been stuck in my head ever since.
Yes, there is a song dedicated to a tractor, but just before you shake your head in disbelief at the absurdity of ideas nowadays and the seemingly lack of creativity of songwriters that Nizlopi had to resort to writing about tractors, the song is so much more than what the title conveys.
Digresssing moment:
By conventional standards, there has always been a distinct line between the Superhero and the Villain. I find this rule difficult to conform with.
For me, that line between the two extremes has never been clear and apparent. It is a vague, blurred, fuzzy area of which people are capable of occupying.
My father is one of them.
I have never had a close relationship with my father. It isn’t because we’re complete opposites; au contraire, it is because we share the same characteristics that make it almost impossible for us to get along with each other.
These days though have brought a certain change, a quiet and unseen shift in direction. There has been a noted improvement.
I do not have the privilege of calling my father my Superhero, but I cannot call him the Villain either. He resides in a place where I can never be sure which category he falls in. He’s played both characters well, though I think the Superhero persona fits him much better. He’s just…not really here, nor there. Sound familiar?
There is no proper conclusion to this; I doubt there ever will be. It’s a perpetual cliffhanger. What I can say is that Superhero/Villain or not, Abah is what he is. I have learnt to accept him as he is. For his sacrifices for the family, for his way of showing he would go to great lengths for us…even if all is done in his own way.
Why this song struck me so was because I sometimes wonder how things would be if I was as close to him as I am to my mother, as Luke here, is to his father. I am completely past that wistful stage, but still…
…I just wonder sometimes, y’know?
Listen to the song, and watch the video.
This works faster if you have broadband, but its worth the wait nonetheless.
The lyrics are beautiful. Simple, direct, honest, thus beautiful.
And every time I sing this, I’ll remember each and every time when Abah became my ultimate Superhero in that particular moment when I was the damsel-in-distress. It doesn’t matter if I was 5 or 15, I’ll remember.
And when I do…I forget his Villain alter-ego all-together.
Enough said here.
