For your Friday. The soundtrack to this week’s BestWorstYear. Spin freely.
The soundtrack to this week’s BestWorstYear is here to get you ready for the episode. Maybe a clue? Maybe you’ll dig? Hope you’ll spin.
During our layover for BestWorstYear, how about some music? Here’s this week’s BWY soundtrack. Enjoy.
I have been sitting at my desk for the better part of an hour trying to think of her name. The initial spark–the first clumsy glimmer–the awkward stumble down a seemingly endless flight of stairs–the unmoved mover, and in this case, the vague impression whose name I always thought would be a lingering looming shadow. She, the origin of longing’s echo. So much for memory; so much for making a lasting impression, I guess. I don’t know if this means I’m old enough that the names of extinguished flames have overlapped and collaged the walls of my heart to the point of creating a black veneer of wordless indistinction or just that I’m damn fickle and haven’t really grown up. Continue reading