(Please note: this entry refers to my lack of a future. And nothing else currently happening in my life.)

So, when everything that is comfortable becomes uncomfortable... here I am (back again to abuse the semi-colon some more).

Econoline Crush - Razorblades & Bandaides

Your first reaction upon hearing it is "shut up, I get it, stop shouting". I post it because it's a song I maybe listened to everyday in 1999, while I sold cigarettes to line-workers during their crossword breaks at the Kwik Mart.

Tonight I just wanted to jump back and not think about today. Mention the words "Econoline Crush" to a 19 year old in the year 2007 and they might anticipate some niche-marketed soft drink.

I don't want to think about what's about to happen in my life. I'm ready for it all, and it's going to be... riveting? (?) But I'd be remiss to umm... not remember where I'm coming from, and, uhh, what it has all meant to me. I just want to dwell in something familiar for a second, before I cough up my lungs.

Kevin got to see Veruca Salt alone at his Frosh Week (I just think that is super)... well no one wanted to come with me to see Econoline Crush at my ex-girlfriend's. She remained nonplussed when I suggested that it may be awesome; that they may play this song: a ham-fisted "Black Metallic". I think we had to stay in instead, and watch Trading Spaces, or smoke weed from her roomate's lizard-shaped bong and pretend not to feel anything.

The bottom-feeding guitars and lamenting chorus have always reminded me that longing comes for everything from extinct affection to discontinued candy-bars.

Buy Econoline Crush's "The Devil You Know". Of note: check the product description; it's Matt Galloway approved. Sort of.

-kam