There’s plenty of music I loved when I was sixteen that I love now because it reminds me of being that age. Death Cab’s music brings back those memories sometimes, but it hasn’t stayed there with my sixteen-year-old self; I still love it like I always have, right here in the present. In another fifteen years, I’ll probably look back and their music will remind me what it was like to be sixteen, and thirty, and forty, and all of the ages in between, and I will still love it with the same immediacy, too.
I’ve been thinking about all the times their music was with me as I felt lost or heartbroken, and how permanent those feelings seemed at the time. Their songs are a testament to the fact that feelings come and go, and circumstances will change (one way or another), but the good parts—like music, or the connections I find with people and songs and stories—are as permanent as I allow them to be.
Hey, @deathcabforcutie—thank you for today, and yesterday, and all the other days.