when the record skips to the beat of your name
In college I had a lot of guy friends who dated legitimately crazy girls. Well, maybe they weren’t crazy, they were just young. Either way, they never let them borrow their things. You know, when a girl says, “Can I wear your hoodie?” God forbid one of these wackos left with their sweatshirt on…they’d never go back to get it. It wasn’t worth the trouble.
I was listening to an album the other day that reminded me of someone so much that it hurt. I know, lame, right?
But it’s sort of that way, when you associate music with someone. It’s almost not worth it. You should never associate a band/song that you like with someone you’re involved with. Point and case, when you break up, that jam will gut you every time.
Bands I’ve lost:
- Alkaline Trio
- Citizen Cope
- Millencolin
- Vampire Weekend
- Aerosmith
- The Talking Heads
- Sunny Day Real Estate
- Two Tongues
- Queen
- Stars
I’m sure there are more.
Then there’s that music that you’re protective over. The records you have a relationship with.
Bands/artists I will never share:
- Ted Leo
- Sam Cooke
- Set Your Goals
- Blink 182
- Mission of Burma
- Wu Tang Clan
- As Tall As Lions
- Antony & The Johnsons
- Arcade Fire
- Cursive
- Jimmy Cliff
I guess in reality, these bands are my hoodies. I’m sure there are more…
Point and case #2, I don’t date anymore…I’m staying at home with my records.
