I’m not sure how you call that feeling of fondly remembering a time perceived as ‘distant’ when it’s actually something that happened not too long ago (relatively speaking). Can we go with nostalgia? Feels odd to use nostalgia when talking about a period where you were the ’same’ person.

When you crush on a band for some time, it ends up becoming part of a moment you cherish, especially when it’s only a constant in your life for a short while. I keep thinking about The National lately. Forgotten how great they are.

I’m rusty. On better days, I could write a long album review. Now I find myself wondering why I even find an album good, beyond semi-circular arguments. Which isn’t to say I was entirely happy with what I used to be able to come up with. But it was better than nothing. Wait, was it better than nothing? Hmm. Maybe, maybe not.

I’m thinking the way to get out of that hole is through The National’s High Violet.