- Driving in NYC = People jumping in front of your car…SURPRISE!!
- Driving in NYC = Some guy standing in the middle of the street talking on his cell phone Driving in NYC = People honking at you for not running over the guy in the middle of the street talking on his cell phone Driving in NYC = Paying 30 bux for a couple hours of parking.
- Driving in NYC = Cab drivers swerving precariously behind, in front of, and next to you Driving in NYC = A business man casually and ever so slowly pedaling his bicycle a third of the way into your lane, so it’s impossible to pass him without hitting the car on your other side. This continues for many blocks.
- Driving in NYC = A messenger barrels his way across the street in front of you, his Bicycle (aka/in his mind – Hummer) nearly crashing into the people you were waiting to cross the street so you could make your right turn. The crowd seemingly explodes outwards like so many bowling pins. The messenger screams and curses at them for not getting out of his way fast enough. They then turn and look at you in fear, as if you are about to do the same thing to them.
- Driving in NYC = Coming to the realization that you’ve become that driver who, for her own life’s sake, cuts and swerves, and does not mind the lanes on the pavement. Hey, how can I mind the lanes, when nobody else does?
I’m listening to the Death Cab for Cutie “Plans” album today. I realize that I was heavily influenced by this album while writing Eat Dirt. I was in all sorts of places in the one year that it took to finish it. Both emotionally and physically. I think I moved around NY about 4 times. Around the time that I wrote I wonder and Company, I was living in a place that I hated so much. I never wanted to leave my apartment because there were so many people outside. People selling things. I would get jostled and pushed around, even if I wanted to go to the store on the corner. I was so vulnerable at that time. So scared. At night I used to play the plans album on repeat while going to sleep, and would let it play through the night. It soothed me.
I like really like his writing style. It’s very lyric heavy, like he’s literally telling me a story And yet, I never get tired of it. It’s sort of like, when you were a little kid, you had your favorite story, and you could listen to it every night. I remember we had these story tapes as a kid we used to listen to while falling asleep. Or mom or dad, or my big brother would read to us. Or like watching your favorite cartoon as a kid. I could watch the same one over and over again. I guess music now is doing the same thing for me. Cuz I could never watch the same movie back to back! I remember the last time I loved a movie enough to do that it was the first time I watched Much Ado About Nothing. For some reason I loved that movie to death. I watched it so many times.
I love how in the “Plans” album, the songs seamlessly flow from one to the next. I’m going to try that one day.