earlier today one of my oldest/closest friends asked me about an animal collective video we used to watch with panda bear and avey tare freaking out on their guitars in a record store. i found it, but it took me to a weird place. somewhere between 2004-early 2007. i remember taking a train to new mexico, listening to do make say think and campfire songs almost the entire way. we met some interesting people on the train whose names escape me, but i remember a troop of boy scouts who thought i was from NYC and a girl from orange county who seemed friendly, but was probably a turd nugget in real life (talked about coke a lot... not the soda). the point of going to albuquerque was to check out UNM, but we just went record shopping the whole time. i remember seeing sung tongs at the borders where victor, our cab driver, dropped us off (i remember his name because we share it). i wanted to buy it, but didn't want to spend the money on CDs - especially since i already had the mp3s on my laptop (i eventually bought it many times, for the record). listening to their acoustic set as i write this gives me a happy-sad feeling of nostalgia and a feeling of what ifs as avery tare wails "i wish i had more time." i wish 2004-2007 was longer than 3 years. those were some of my favorite years. 2006 was the year i moved to the place i felt closest to home. the brain is funny... just thinking about walking to work in SF puts a feint smell in head that i haven't smelled since i was there last. paris kind of had that smell, but even then, paris didn't feel the way SF felt. close, but no cigarello.
i'd love to share the other tabs on my browser and write little stories about them too, but "The psychology of the Mother-in-law" (but she's not even a mother in law. just a mad mother of a girl i date) would be a whole other blog full of airing grievances that i'm not willing to share here. besides, this is a music blog and you guys are here for music.
so i leave you here with a link of the acoustic set that's making me feel the way i do right now.
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