Listening to 405 by Death Cab for Cutie takes me back to nights lying on the floor of Landon's bedroom. It's late and dark. The night reflective of experiencing youth turning in to adulthood. Everything mysterious and new, not sure what lies very far ahead, hidden in the dark. Feeling an intensely easy connection to people still very foreign to other personal lives I've so far grown to know.
Familiarity still primarily grounded to my parents and by association my one brother. Parents are your reality as a child. Life defined by the people they are. Now an entirely frightening idea.
And so here I lie, or there I laid, on the fairly barren floor of a newfound brother in arms, surrounded by four bodies of whom I am, or was, only slightly beginning to understand, and listening to music fresh and innovative to my soul. My brain turns, or turned, these musical impressions in to very distinct memories and intertwined feelings.
Now I sit, or lie, listening to the same music, perfectly preserved by digital reproduction, and I am transported back in time some 7 odd years.
Adulthood no longer so dark and unknown. Time has revealed some of its secrets, shed light on some of these mysteries. The song 405 holds a little more personal meaning than it ever could have those 7 years before. But the emotional relationship is the same.
It keeps me thrown askew.
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2 comments:
I was bizarrely spending the evening de-cluttering my bookmarks bar and clicked this. Magic timing. So interesting to read because that has been hitting me lately. How much perspective shifts into adulthood. We'll always have Landon's floor.
I didn't see this until right now. Does Blogspot seriously not have a notification component?
I decided to play this song after read your post. I'm listening to the original version off of "We have the facts" but I definitely love the version off of the Forbidden Love EP.
What's so weird is that I played this song on my way down to a friend's parent's house for Thanksgiving, and then listened to it regularly up until I came back from Hawaii in January. Strange that that episode occurred a couple of days after you wrote this. Not saying it means anything, but it's just so strange haha.
Curious to the personal meaning your life happened to carve out of this track after so many years. I'll bring it up during our next FaceTime session, for sure.
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