| aireanne ( @ 2007-02-08 15:09:00 |
DOUBLE POST DAY!!
I was perusing some entries at The Rawking Refuses to Stop (yeah, I'm sending you to the tag I was looking under), and Dave's entry about Hayden brought back the MOMENT I BECAME AN INDIE MUSIC FAN.
February, 2002. I was perusing a poster store on South Street in Philly with some girls I would soon find out hated my guts. Puffy Colombia Sports Co. coat on, flipping through the posters and thinking, "If I hang this on my wall, I'm really trying too hard." (Later, I'd really try too hard with my Paul Klee and art purchased from around the corner.) A soft, sort of rocking, song came on. And then another. Fronted by a gruff voice. I asked the clerk what it was. In his black t-shirt and too-skinny jeans with a bad haircut (already, folks), he responded, "Hayden's 'The Closer I Get',"
I found it at half.com for 4 bucks and my world changed.
Natch!
I was perusing some entries at The Rawking Refuses to Stop (yeah, I'm sending you to the tag I was looking under), and Dave's entry about Hayden brought back the MOMENT I BECAME AN INDIE MUSIC FAN.
February, 2002. I was perusing a poster store on South Street in Philly with some girls I would soon find out hated my guts. Puffy Colombia Sports Co. coat on, flipping through the posters and thinking, "If I hang this on my wall, I'm really trying too hard." (Later, I'd really try too hard with my Paul Klee and art purchased from around the corner.) A soft, sort of rocking, song came on. And then another. Fronted by a gruff voice. I asked the clerk what it was. In his black t-shirt and too-skinny jeans with a bad haircut (already, folks), he responded, "Hayden's 'The Closer I Get',"
I found it at half.com for 4 bucks and my world changed.
Natch!