music obsession
It's seems like my favorite tune du jour is the only thing I talk about these days . . . but sometimes when you're trying to escape the things you're feeling, someone else's words can strike an unexpected chord and tap into the thoughts in the back of your mind that would otherwise remain bottled up. Until eventually you lose it and throw an all-out tantrum in Starbucks when some unsuspecting barista doesn't blend the ice in your tall light mocha frappuccino well enough. I mean, hypothetically.
Anyway, "White Daisy Passing" is a gorgeous indie folk song by Rocky Votolato, and you must go listen to it and wait for this (near the end):
" . . . all those evenings on the back deck of our first apartment
they meant everything but the wind just carried em off
and you can't go back now just a passing moment gone."
Those lines express one of the most heartbeaking facets of the human condition in such a simple and true way. Or maybe I'm just a bitter, cynical girl who's looking for a reason to be mad at the world. Either way, it's a good song.
Anyway, "White Daisy Passing" is a gorgeous indie folk song by Rocky Votolato, and you must go listen to it and wait for this (near the end):
" . . . all those evenings on the back deck of our first apartment
they meant everything but the wind just carried em off
and you can't go back now just a passing moment gone."
Those lines express one of the most heartbeaking facets of the human condition in such a simple and true way. Or maybe I'm just a bitter, cynical girl who's looking for a reason to be mad at the world. Either way, it's a good song.