Last night I went to a Death Cab for Cutie concert. Well correction, I listened to Death Cab for Cutie's concert from across the harbor as they performed at Bayside. It was nice sitting on the stairs of the convention center, and the sound was good enough just to make out what song they were playing and sing along.
But compared to the last time I saw them I was in a totally different place in my head. Tiny Vessels still a bastardy type of song, but it fails to move me as much as it did back then. I have a sneaking suspicion it's because I can't relate to it as much.
And this is a good thing.
Enough time has passed that I just shake my head at my foolishness. I smirk at the thought of how sad I used to be. How could I have been so taken? So easily charmed? So quickly enchanted? So EMO? That's enough of that, I'm through with it.
And this is a good thing?
Because other songs that used to catch my breath, absently smile, and sigh with hope have also lost some of their charm. I can't relate to them anymore either.
Hopefully this slump isn't anything some snakes on a plane can't cure. Did ya hear that? Snakes on some mothereffin planes y'all.