I recently began listening to music that I haven’t in a couple years.
And my head is now drowning in memories full of humid Brooklyn summer nights full of fireworks,hipster-made Absinthe and emotions set in tumult from standing witness to that tragic fire-escape blunder….of Deuce Deuce Bomber birthday parties celebrated amongst tipsy drag queens, delirious fashion whores, and the young, reckless social deviants normally invading the scene…or the hot, heavy, and hazy pre-autumn afternoons being content alone with a camera and a few historical haunted tales.
I miss them all, these days that I’ll never have back. Somehow their memories have seemed to grow stale with the passing time…I can almost feel what it was like to live them, but it’s only a vague ghost of the experience, nothing more. Sometimes, I realize with horror that I’ve almost forgotten them completely! Had it not been for a song that I had chosen not to play for so long I may have let them slip my mind. For now I’ll grasp on to them, the remembrances of those fleeting summer days, and hold them tightly. No matter how dim these memories are in comparison to events in which they originated, to me they are still as beautiful.
Hold on to yours….