I listened to this song over and over and over and over and over and over and over again today. And yesterday, and maybe Thursday.
Possibly Wednesday too.
I know--Death Cab. But I can't help it. There's something in Ben Gibbard's voice that makes everything sound like home. Not New York or Minnesota or even Wisconsin; just a sort of general home. Like sitting on a porch with a beer watching summer rain. Like everything is going to be okay.
New album is out a week from today, so I guess I know what I'll be listening to over and over and over and over and over and over and over for the rest of the summer.
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