be sweet to each other.
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If i throw this record on, and shut my eyes very tightly, its like its summer again, not the nasty southern summer that makes your brain water for the very sight of a swimming pool, but the sexy southern summer that's all long legs and sun dresses, smoking secret cigarettes on the back porch, smiling against the heat as good goes to better. there's a phrase my friends and i throw around a lot, as if excusing our love for lesser records, "its a time and a place thing". variation has been known to be used, but more or less, that's it. its that sensation, the shut your eyes and you're fucking there, in that place where the music was nothing more than background noise and your audiophile neurosis picked it up and cataloged it along with just about everything else in the scene, from the way my middle finger was still bruised because i slammed it in between the bins at tower records on south street in philly to the coffee shop three blocks away where i once ran smack into dave beilanko and we were both so completely hungover that there wasn't even a geekout, just an oh my god and we moved right on with our lives. this is one of those true fuck i'm really there records, and it is, without a doubt, entirely a time and a place record. because i haven't smoked a pack of cigarettes in months, but the second i flip this on i'm riding down the road with a camel wide filter in my mouth and I'm wearing those fabulous orange cat eye sunglasses that only lasted summer and when September hit they were stepped on and broken like some sort of sick metaphor for what had just happened to my heart, and best of all, i'm not driving, but i'm pressed up against the side of the car with one hand across the console being held and the other doing continual maintenance on that cigarette situation. Its the sensation of hot pavement underneath my falling apart checkerboard vans that have initials of every guy i've ever loved scrawled on them in messy pen and there aren't many sets of initials, black blue cuffed up jeans, and fucking band t-shirts from all over christendom. More than anything, because its not about who i was with so much as how i felt and i know he'd die to hear that, but its the truth, i needed the sensations of it, not the company, this record remembers happiness, even when i can't. so i'm going to get back to that.
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