The smell of patchouli and incense covered putrid sweat like a thick blanket. He lay songs tied to memories how does everything start and end? like bricks over withered grass come gather now and lay this beast to rest mortar holding it together there was something that I was trying to say covering up the cracks but then I choked on it and now it’s getting kind of late. The spot light followed him – only a silhouette now, growing dimmer. See you soon. And if not soon, then never.
I saw Brand New last night in Edmonton. A band that holds pieces of my heart in every album. They are the inspiration for this post, obviously, but they inspire much of my other writing in less explicit ways. They always have.
RIP BN 2000-2018