We Were Sure We’d Never See an End to it All
Let’s take it back a while. I don’t know what it is with me lately. But you should know that I’ve recently found all my old CD’s. They were tucked away in some box. Lost within the jungle garage. For a good few years. Not only that. But my itunes is working again. Yes. There is divine intervention at hand here. I’m going to be talking alot more about music from now on. You might like it. You might not. But let’s sink anyways. Into 1979……
Do you remember the Smashing Pumpkins. I’m sure you do. Now please. Shut up a minute. Let us drape ourselves in some warm melancholy blanket. A subtle reminder of adolescent angst and how great it was to just ride your bike on a warm summer night. With the streets and sidewalks guiding your tires. The lights. All calm and streaming. Taking you into some sort of cinematic dream. The scent of remembering all the things you felt. When milkshakes were a night out. When forty ounces were the only thing you brought to the movies. When you copped a feel for that one person you thought would be yours forever.
The sun is setting on something. You can’t understand what. But know it’s okay. No matter how hard it may be.