“It’s funny how, when someone goes away, what they leave behind is however bright the light they’ve shone while they’re living. And then all other things kinda turn to dust… so in my mind right now, he kinda looks like an angel.”—Dave Matthews
Day 4: favorite album and favorite song from that album
I’ll go with Before These Crowded Streets. I love the diversity on that album, and just the sound in general. It’s got that spark that some of the others lack, I think. Also I think Dave’s lyrics on this album are a lot better than on some of the others. My favorite song off of it is probably between The Stone, Spoon, and Rapunzel. I almost feel bad leaving out The Dreaming Tree, Crush and Pig, but I felt like having a tie between six might have been a bit much.
well fuck me how am I supposed to choose a single song? I might have to ignore the rules and make a list…
Seek Up- I think this song is gorgeous. Especially live. The sax solo in the intro gets me every time. I don’t know why but it always puts me in a thoughtful mood. I also love how Dave throws himself into voice-cracking vocal solos in this song. Love it.
I’ll Back You Up- Maybe one of the most beautiful things ever.
#41- The melody is genius. The lyrics, even better. Fall into it every time.
Two Step- How the fuck not?
Crush- So many good memories go along with this song. Am I right-side up or upside down?
Break Free- Intro riff is a jam.
Alright, I’ll stop at only six… you know I could easily keep going.
If I had to guess I’d say I heard them on the radio. It’s been so long I have no idea. Honestly, I didn’t start to really like them until the past two years or so. I think in the beginning I thought they were forgettable, and that his voice was straight up weird. Oh how things have changed…
Mile High Music Festival. That’s really all there is to say. Highlights: Jack Johnson, Train, Dave Matthews Band.
I always knew that they’d be good live. I didn’t really register just to what extent. I am in utter shock right now. I am beyond satisfied. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy after one day. And I am in love with music all over again.
i wonder if you get some sort of sick pleasure from my guilt. i wonder if you feed on it, thrive from my internal torture. because that’s what it is, isn’t it? i’ve quickly come to believe that guilt is the single worst feeling a person can experience, because it slowly eats you from the very core of your being, and then spreads like a disease until you’re cold and shaking and have no will to get out of bed in the morning. guilt is pain. and now that you’ve planted this virus in my head, it seems the only remedy for it is to make you happy again. it’s a sick, fucked up thought, isn’t it? doesn’t it just make you want to cringe? that the easiest way for you to get what you want, is to cause others pain. so tell me, is what i did to you- whatever that was- equally as painful as what you’ve done to me? fuck off. sometimes i hate that i care.
blatant disappointment in myself is always an unfortunate feeling. a day hasn’t gone by when i haven’t thought about what i’ve left behind in Corrientes. i miss the culture, i miss the people, i miss the mate and i miss the blissful ice cold feeling of uncertainty, because being so far from home for such a long time is in its own way, terrifying and yet incredibly liberating. there are so many ways to fuck it all up, and there are so many things that can go completely right, that can open your eyes and remind you of what you haven’t felt since forever. and that is what i miss. i miss starting over, and i miss people who have no idea who you are, who have no predetermined notions about your flaws, who have no expectations other than maybe that tiny hope that you are different from everyone else in this tiny, tiny town.