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Detroit Has a Skyline: Superchunk (1995)
Here is the truth: I can barely bring myself to blog about this song. Why? Because to you, it will be just another song – one of millions that you’ve heard and millions you’ll forget. If this is the first time you’re hearing this song, then forget it. It’s doomed!
And so where do we go from here? Because for me, this song opens a door of unstable memories. It is a place where the good and the bad have once melted into a thick, molten soup. And then over the years, it solidified into a solid block of impenetrable and hopelessly complicated emotions. If I decide to enter, I’m certainly not eager to tell anyone about it.
It’s like when someone wants to tell you about a really confusing dream he or she had. I was at the DMV and my second grade teacher was working behind the counter, only she was giving away toasters and when it was my turn she grabbed my hand and asked me if I knew the Pythagorean theorem. Good God, keep it to yourself!
But still, there exists this undeniable, unquenchable desire to share. I guess that is what writing is for. It is a place where public and private spaces are allowed to blur. Protection and confession ebb and tide.
And so, here it goes.
It is 1997. As soon I get home, I reach out for the phone. Drank my sleep from a can, playing track six and track seven again and again. I had a crush – nothing works out. Well, I had faith. Could not have known – don’t even say it. Meet me again. I think we both remember how.
