Link : (Ben Kweller’s Make It Up, is the background score for Ray Ban NEVER HIDE campaign)

Most faces, after a while, make time for a new programme – to cultivate serenity.

They often seem to stare blankly at spaces, which are empty of any material to
ponder about – a ceramic mug with a broken handle, spaces between fingers,
a crack breathing life on the wooden table, a tiny branch moving softly in the
breeze, the theatrical highs and lows of a stranger’s talk etc etc.

I, usually, do not under-estimate such faces. 

As my face, somehow, aspires to belong to that tribe. Faces,
which traveled across the rugged life-landscape with aplomb,
never flinched from events of discomforting truths, moments of
realization. Faces, which survived bitter winds of humiliation, 
and learnt to tuck them under the thick and deep layers of maturity.

You may get an imprint of all roughened up, lined and wrinkled facial landscape.
You are programmed to go wrong, at times. These
Faces, perched amidst loud,
talkative and youthfully dressed up crowds, practice withdrawal from conversations
to indulge in Short races of memory-A girl child running through the paddy fields,
a young teenager’s face, out of breath, pressed against the trunk of a tree, a little
far away from a group of boys, a young woman’s search for a man across
those regularly held rituals of Coffee, evening walks, brief hugs, goodbye tears…

Short races of memory rejuvenate one’s being. That’s what these faces do.   
Many instances, a face of such kind, raises a frantic search for that familiar face 
it fell in love with, which some time ago, prepared to disappear one fine day.
How and when would faces consider the decision to leave, and what are 
those various ways to leave? I do not know that. But I certainly know
how it feels like when a face gets up from its fall – quite a disgraceful one,
decisively builds its army again, borrows strength from everything nearby.   
Would it ever withdraw from the world? Undauntable may have an answer.

Most faces carry dead chapters, which make them attractive and alive.

You can identify them, even from far, they may not be known to you, but
they look fuller, look a great deal like those darling paintings you study,
intensely, with a wine glass in your hand. They effortlessly introduce you 
to that natural human glow. Faces, which traveled across the landscape,
speak volumes. They perform in theatres, hard rock cafes, and urban street
settings. Permission is limited to Experienced and Seasoned with life.

You’re getting older
Your journey’s been
Etched on your skin

Wish I had known that
What seemed so strong
Has been and gone

I would call you up every Saturday night
And we’d both stay out till the morning light
And we sang, “Here we go again”
And though time goes by
I will always be
In a club with you
In 1973
Singing “Here we go again”]

{link :Ben Kweller’s Make It Up