Music hits harder in the winter, even summer songs. For instance, when you're under the city lights at night, who cares, but when you see a picture or postcard of the exact same nightscape, you might care. That's like music in winter. It's kind of in a glass case.
I'm going to bed now but I felt I needed to start this thread because a few days ago at Mom's house, everyone was supposed to be sleeping, I was watching the video for "Maps" on Realplayer, and Mom basically walked in on me semi-bawling. Mind your fucking peas, Mom.
― DarrensCoq (DarrenK), Tuesday, 30 December 2003 13:02 (twenty-one years ago)