I picked this at random to listen to while I drove to a meeting downtown. It made me cry like a baby. I’m still not sure why.
This song does not remind me of divorce. It is a good divorce song though, I guess, now that I hear it again, in present tense.
Instead this song reminds of me of 2006, of moving to LA, of living in a gay half way house with a bunch of pill poppers and meth addicts, of working at American Apparel, of Melody and Gina and Kyle and Daisy and the rest of them.
American Apparel used to have the best playlist, handpicked and everything, including but not limited to a rendition of “Dreams” by a Fleetwood Mac cover band called “Crystal Visions”.
Now they just use Pandora or something.
songs to take out the trash to at five in the morning.