It was sometime early September 2005. I had recently accepted the fact that I had lost everything in my apartment to the flood waters, including all of my CDs, albums and porn.
The first thing I wanted to do (after buying a pair of shoes) was buy music. I walked into Sam Goody in some forgettable shopping center in Montgomery, Alabama and bought something safe and something new: Queen’s A Night at the Opera and Bright Eyes, I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning. I don’t know why I bought Bright Eyes, I had heard good things about him but had no idea which of his many albums to get. I liked the name of this one.
I forced Carlos to play pieces of it in the car on the way back to the ‘refugee camp.’ It was OK, but I don’t think I listened to it again until May 2006 or so. This time I was washing dishes in the kitchen while iTunes randomly selected tracks from my mp3 library. Suddenly this song was playing that I had never heard before. I stopped washing dishes, walked into the living room, sat down on the bed and cried.
A few of the songs on the soundtrack helped free myself from myself from time to time. This is one of them.
Lyrics are after this link, but I don’t think you’ll need them.
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