Apology incoming, skip the next paragraph if you want the TL;DR.
I know it’s been over a month since anyone has written here, and once again, we apologize and hope that no one has given up on us, but with finals and whatnot right around the corner, I don’t think George and I can promise more frequent posts. At least not until summer, when we’ll actually have time to post maybe even weekly. OH GOSH SO OFTEN. Yes, but at least then we’ll be posting. Until then, we’re stuck doing an apology every time we post. If that’s the price for being busy with school work and life, I think that’s a fair payoff. If you disagree and want us to post more, please leave a comment and we’ll see what we can do!
TL;DR: Sorry, busy with school until summer, comment if you think we suck.
TO THE REAL POST!
So I’ve been thinking a lot recently about music and how songs can bring back memories of times, people and things from our past. Recently, over Spring Break, Alyx and I went to Boston and on a day trip, we visited a friend who lives in Rhode Island and kind of just drove around, chilled in Providence and Newport, ate at Iggy’s Doughboys in Warwick (everyone needs to try them at some point in their life), and just enjoyed being off campus and away from work and stress for the day. Being from a small town where the closest person who lived near me lived fifteen minutes away and then going to boarding school without a car, I had never done anything like this before, just driving around with friends (with the exception of RT13, but that’s completely different. We had a mission). Well, I’m just working on a project right now with Pandora playing in the background, and “Style,” by Taylor Swift started playing and I was taken back to driving across Rhode Island with this song blasting and the windows rolled down, just having a good time. It’s great how music can do that, take us back, kind of like scents. I can never hear Go Betty Go without thinking about Half Life 2, The Dropkick Murphys without thinking about N, Frank Black and The Catholics without remembering reading Perloo (a book about a bunny (I think?) trying to save the heir to the throne of the colony because the will was torn in two? Maybe? I’ll have to re-read that), or hear Sweeney Todd without remembering being driven to hockey practice by my dad, a huge musical buff. Individual songs remind me of times, too, like “Fire Burnin'” by Sean Kingston reminds me of summer camp dances, “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga reminds me of taking the bus to my middle school, or how “Solja Boy Crank Dat” reminds me of my middle school best friend and playing Age of Empires with him. Even in that, songs have a way of reminding us of people too, and I have a running list. I’ve actually begun to manually associate songs with people, which can be good or bad, depending on the person and how often I listen to that song. If you’ve ever known me for a extended period of time, you probably have a song or two. Of course, there are many songs that don’t do this, and that’s what makes randomly hearing those few songs that much better.
I’ve procrastinated too long now, and my project won’t finish itself in the next 12 hours, so I’m off, but I really did enjoy posting again. One day I’ll get around to writing all the ideas that I’ve had over the past few months, if I can remember them all.
I’ll See You,