I Remember When the Days Were Long...

This morning before work, I walked to my car which was parked on Gaskill Street; a quaint-looking, secret ally-way behind my apartment building. This narrow one way street, includes early-American style, colonial homes accompanied by newly sprouted trees leaving just enough space in between buildings for the morning sun to shine through the April flowers and bright, mossy colored leaves of the trees. There's something about walking down these street in the mornings when the sun is shining through the cracks that makes me feel alive and happy. As I got to my car, I thought to myself, I'm in the mood for some really fun, light-hearted music. It was just too beautiful out to waste a 45 minute commute to work listening to things that I've replayed over and over again during the last month or so (which I have a tendency to do). Because this particular Spring morning reminded me of my Lafayette College days, and the shimmering morning walks I used to take to class while listening to my favorite indy bands on my MP3 player (at that time before iPods were out), I chose a band that I discovered my freshman year that always reminds me of that time. It was a band that I haven't listened to in a long, long time: Death Cab for Cutie. And forget about their latest and newest album, Narrow Stairs. I was more inclined to listen to the the DCFC tunes that mean more to me than their newest creations. At the young age of 19, I did not go a day without listening to Ben Gibbard's creative stories and vivid life details that only the intelligent can relate with. So I rummaged through my cd collection, and pulled out an old, beat up mix I put together back in 2003. The first song I heard, Photobooth.

"I remember when the days were long, 
and the nights when the living 
room was on the lawn..." 

I have to say commute that morning was one of the more enjoyable ones. I couldn't wait to come back home after work and enjoy the amazing weather, and the fact that Spring was in the air. If I hadn't listened to DCFC on this particular morning, I would not have reminisced about the bright, sunny memories I made when I was 19. Thanks Ben Gibbard for providing a short soundtrack to a really good time in my life. You will never be forgotten :) 

Enjoy the weather and the smell of Spring!


Mi