Monday, August 17, 2009

Don't worry about tomorrow he-eee-ey

[Nostalgia entry. Ignore!]

See Creed play!

This song, like other songs, transports me back in time to specific feelings, people, visuals, and smells. This one brings me back to the house on N Main, the odd moldy old house smell there, the cool temperature inside my tahiti and aqua ice painted bedroom, Amy's burritos, silkscreening ink, the boy with the voice, Lauren in the kitchen with produce fresh from the farm, and three little orange kittens. I did not visit that house when I was back for commencement. I kind of wanted to. Just for a whiff of the past.

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