Suburbs, 2011

You know as good as this move was for the boyos it's been a bit rough on the old man, see the old man was a creature of the city and man does he miss the city, it's funny how people keep asking him if it's quiet out where he lives now and he nods and says yes and fails to mention that off in the distance he can hear some nameless main road and he stands in the quiet and listens to the cars faintly rushing by and dreams of the ocean waves while watching the deer have a late night snack and the turkeys waddle by, needless to say he doesn't really walk anywhere anymore for the fear of having to talk to people who seem alien to him and he's doing his best to not rely on the bottles and pills that seem to somehow take the edge of his existence even though now he feels like he needs it more than ever, about the only bright spot, if you could call it that is the fact that his commute went from like 20 minutes round trip to over an hour round trip which gives the old man ample time to listen to music... so now will switch person and tenses and what not while i struggle though this...

i saw this band open for Superchunk before the masterpiece ever came out and it being 1995 and me being superfuckingcool i didn't pay much attention to them and then a few years later they released this and it just kinda stuck with me (and every other sniffling indie kid)  for years and then it seems i forgot about it and then i pulled it out for a morning commute recently and about fucking cried listening to this song because it makes me fucking smile, who wouldn't smile at a supposed love song to Anne Frank by some tall misfit from Louisiana who wrote his masterpiece and then disappeared for the next 12 years, and it's that chorus that reminds me to just hang on and work it out and i'm getting there even if i did almost punch some fucking rich knob in a horrendous polo shirt on my first foray into suburban drinking at the plastic paddy pub, but i met some kids who worked there and we talked weed and futbol and i left the place almost feeling good, maybe i'll turn those kids onto this album, seeing as they were 11 or 12 when it came out, either way, lately my head is fucked and tired and missing the helicopters and sirens and coffee shops within walking distance, here's hoping i get back to the storytelling and away from the belly achin'.