Album: Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming
Every once and a while a song will come along that causes me to stop dead in my tracks… force me to listen. Last year, it was this. I was walking home from the L-Train on Graham after a rough day. Started listening to this album. 5 tracks in, it hits me like a bag of bricks. The quietness of the track in the beginning. The echo of the chorus. The lyrics. All of it. So encompassing of everything I was feeling at the time. The drums coming in at 3 minutes and 28 minutes. The wailing of 4 minutes and 10 seconds in. I began to tear up and I could try to explain why, but I really wouldn’t be able to find the words… recreate the moment. It was a release. The feeling that someone somewhere could possibly relate to what I feeling at the corner of Ainslie St. The return of the quiet at 5 minutes and 24 seconds.