The Format - The First Single
So let’s cause a scene,
clap our hands and stomp our feet or somethin’,
yeah somethin’
I’ve just got to get myself over me
“Oh the road trips. Oh the packs and packs and packs of reds that I smoked. Oh the whiskey sours and the boone farms and the 5 am diners and the coffee, rice pudding, the late night phone calls, the hand written letters, the drumming on the steering wheel, the driving hours to share a few hours and kisses. Oh the dance parties in attics! Oh the swimming in waterfalls! Oh the times we had!”
all of that just went through my mind with in the half a second of pressing play to this song.
This album always reminds me of getting off the T by the Fenway stop and not telling anyone where I was going and getting this CD and it was really late and raining… and walking through the city and aw shit… I miss Boston.
Yes, I’m reposting something I just posted, screw you.
This makes me think of a place I didn’t appreciate enough when I was there, a place I look back on more fondly than it deserves. It reminds me of staying up all night, sometimes on purpose, others not. It reminds me of calculating that I was paying hundreds of dollars for each class so I should never skip them, and skipping them anyways. It reminds me that the people I miss now out number the people I don’t (mostly because I’ve forgotten most the ones I don’t)…
