whiskeytown

i am continually mesmerized by the power of music.
i write about it often, i've found.

today i took a look down memory lane
with the help of whiskeytown.
16 days.
memories of being a little one
and sitting in daniel's room
while he listened to this song,
asking him to "play it again, play it again"
or "play that song about the bed sheet fights"
i loved it then and i love it now.

i also listened to that one song that makes me sad.
i had to stop it mid-song and change the tune.
i didn't want to cry in the middle of starbucks.
how embarrassing.

oh whiskeytown,
my old standard.