i am not simon metz. i am not moe berg. however, i am probably tired as you read this.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Pregret

you know how you can sometimes hear a song for the very first time and it will have a weird emotional effect on you? well, in the weeks before september 11, 2001, for whatever reason, i latched onto the song 'side' by travis in a big way.


every time i listened to it, which, on this particular song jag, was quite often, i just kind of got this weird feeling - but in a good way. the lyrics made me sort of hyperaware of my mortality while the music and hook had a comforting affect - and so, on every play, i ended up with a vibe that was alternately pleasant and doom-laden. and being who i am, this didn't bother me one bit. without sounding too lame, i really connected to the song - and that's what you want when you listen to music, isn't it? a good song makes you feel something. no matter that in this case it was a vague sense of dread.

anyhow, ever since what happened five years ago, i've been kind of creeped out to listen to 'side' at all. every time i hear the opening guitar, i'm reminded of what i now associate with that sense of foreshadowing that i felt back then. i'd be lying if i said there wasn't some ocd disconnect here also, like if i started listening to that song again, something shitty might happen.

today, however, it dawned on me that five years is a long time to put away anything you like. and so...



i've got my fingers crossed, america.

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