Mikey Meanders

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both my hands
Chewing on a candy bar
you said ain’t this just like the present
To be showing up like this
There’s a moon waning crescent
we started to kiss

And I said I know it well

-Bon Iver, Blood Bank

I’ve always felt sort of conflicted about my affinity for constantly posting song lyrics. I know it’s kind of a cliche thing to do, if not strictly the purview of the angst-ridden teenage girl.

But then, if we’re being honest, music is how I internalize the world. It’s the closest thing I’ve got to religion, and the only thing that has ever really been able to get inside me, if you will. There are moments when I’m lying on my bed with headphones on and the volume up and a song will come on that just feels…electric.

There’s a nondescript feeling of tingling, a head-rush, elation, the sudden urge to laugh, to cry, to capture the entirety of human experience in a song lyric. For a moment in time, I feel…infinite. 

I guess everybody has something. A way of expressing themselves through someone else’s art. 

For me it’s song lyrics. So there’s that.

The redhead sitting near me at the coffeeshop once dated a musician, but they haven’t spoken in many years. “He just couldn’t cope” she said, “and it makes me really sad”. She earlier asserted with some ferocity that she is not romantically interested in women.