Posted on: Thursday, July 29, 2010

The thousand tiny deaths that mark our growing.

Every song you hear is about dying. This is true - even songs about sex and love and "oh my god" and the dance floor - I mean, what else are we going to fill our time with until we meet our inevitable ends? This is the long view, and some would say the bleak view - but to me, it's the best thing about music, how it serves to freeze a moment so we can play it again and again, forever, or celebrate life or the thousand tiny deaths that mark our growing: childhood, parents, hopes and fears and failures and success.

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