The Antlers came on a playlist I was listening a few weeks back. I’d forgotten all about them. I forgot about them again until I started humming this melody today.
“In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up…”
Walden Pond, February, snow days, strawberry incense, Saturday white mornings in that front room in the Brawley house, snow days in captivity,
“Opened up the scars that had just finished healing…”
Memories of daddy’s hospice, the cancer that drained him dry,
that coffee shop, warm fresh baked chocolate cookies dipped in a Carmel steamer, Jesse Nowaczyk, Colin Bares, cigarettes in a dark cold room, the beginning of the fifty cent cigarillo habit, lonely hookah window displays, a musical album idea, zine fests, poetry books/readings, hippie potlucks
“Coming back like you always do…”