Several times lately I've heard Pavement's "Range Life," a song that reminds me of winter '93-'94, when I lived in Atlanta, and Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain was hot, hot. In particular, it reminds me of one drive home to Nashville, around March I think, during which I cried and cried until I put on said album and started to feel better, despite myself.
There's significance here somewhere.
Or just oppressive nostalgia.
(...Well I got absolutley no one, no one but myself to blame.)
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