Next month marks the 10th anniversary of the release of the album that served as the soundtrack to my high school years. That means I’m getting old. It also means that I’m considering buying a record player just so I can justify buying the vinyl edition they’re releasing to celebrate. Death Cab for Cutie. Transatlanticism. I’ll probably just end up listening to the album on repeat for the next 30 days instead. Let’s face it—I’d do that anyway. Every time “New Year” breaks in with those first two chords, I’m transported back to Fayetteville, Arkansas. I’m cruising around in my red Ford Focus with the heat full blast and the windows down, my hand moving like a wave through the crisp, cold air outside the car, suspended in the perfect mix of sensations that describes so poetically what high school is really all about.
Listening to: Death Cab for Cutie, “Title and Registration”