Today on my enthralling drive to Logan, I decided to follow my kinda weird lasting urge to listen to Bright Eyes. For a couple days I have been feelin' Conor Oberst's crooning voice and storytelling lyrics, and I was happy when I finally indulged.
I like to drive home and back with a companion because time seems to speed up. However I also enjoy driving alone because I get to crank up my music to drown out my poorly sealed doors and the heater; and with the cranked up music comes my cranked up singing. When I sing while I drive, I like to pretend I know more about music than I actually do. I like to try to harmonize with whatever is playing- and while sometimes I maybe succeed a little, other times the result is completely horrendous. Precisely why I keep that little talent to myself.
When I drive alone I also like time I have to mull over anything and everything, my thoughts running wild, jagged circles in my head, roaming free via lack of conversation. It was within this exchange, while listening to the first song on I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, "The Bottom of Everything", that I had a funny little thought.
The song starts out with narration of, among other things, a plane crash. Despite the dismal beginning, its rather catchy and upbeat. Listen to it.
I don't know. The general notion of dying doesn't seem very appealing at all until you're old and decrepit and tired of life. And it seems nearly every method of dying would suck to a certain degree.
I know I'm not about to go out and rate them.
maybe this post should've had some sort of disclaimer? WARNING: morbidity ensues.
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I love this post! One of my favs so far.
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