Love. This. Shite.

I have a deep, ineffable love for Don McLean. It simply cannot be expressed in words. Perhaps my father went through a weird, desperate period during my childhood, because I swear he played this and other classics during multiple road trips in the old red Suburban (way before those things were tricked out and morphed into the Yukon). Consequently, every time I hear it I think of long, lonely drives, accompanied by the ruminations of my 8-year-old self. Why did I pick this for my first-ever music post? I guess for the same reason I still sleep with my blanket: comfort.
Wipe that smirk off your face, smart ass!!
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