The problem I have is that Dark Side of the Moon really is a great album. But then we listen to it over and over again while selling cars and making burritos– and it starts to die.
I like to think that when we move on things get better too. And sometimes they do but then again. I’ve seen it get worse too. Things I love become conflated.
An awkward club to see your lover at.
Che Conflatado do amor falso.
And then the music goes with the relationship sometimes right?
Like if she had Neutral Milk Hotel and you had that band from the Garden State who would listen to either ever again? Probably not either of you.
Although one night it starts raining and then you think of “New Slang” and he thinks of… probably your breasts you two both put the records on, smoke cigs and forget the world for a while.
Stranger things have happened.