The Song in My Head

Marching Bands of Manhattan

Death Cab for Cutie

I've done my time in cities big and small and find I have only limited use for them. I've lived in New York City, London UK, Columbus OH, and Baltimore MD. Each had its charms, but I left them all in my wake to live deep in the heart of Appalachia. Why? Sometimes I ask myself that very same question. But it is answered in the night when I am awakened by coyotes or great horned owls instead of car alarms and sirens.

I love a good opera, a major league ballgame, and a good crabcake--all of which are much easier to find in a metropolis. I hate having to drive three miles for a half-gallon of milk, but that's the price I pay. My home is in the country.

Have been listening to dangerous amounts of Death Cab for Cutie of late. Talk about wizards of good pop melody! Great arrangements, clever lyrics (that seem to blithely ignore rhyming convention). These days my favorite hook-filled DC4C song is Marching Bands of Manhattan. And it's this song's references to NYC that have me thinking about where I have lived and where I live now.

Following closely behind in the derby that is The Song in My Head are Tiny Vessels and Transatlanticism. I reserve the right to name them as TSIMH in the future. Surely they'll be in ongoing contention.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
just like a faucet that leaks
and there is comfort in the sound