decided to listen to my old pete yorn cd the other night. there i was back in freshmen year of college. back to that crazy crazy time. i was listening the shit out of a few very important records....b.r.m.c.,doves-lost souls, badly drawn boy (the one that didn't totally suck,) muse-showbiz, elastica, radiohead amnesiac...there in my own little room basically as my roommate nina was m.i.a, only staying there about 14 nights throughout the year though her bras were layed out neatly on a drying rack for her return long ago. like an abandon city, remnants of the occupant all over as though she left abruptly and i, the outsider rolled into town to stand guard. that was such an odd year, eating stale bagels from the sack lunch at the dining hall. "gourmet to go" my ass. studying art history for hours upon end cozying up with some fantastic album and a breeze dancing in through the window. it was a comfort though, being so utterly alone. reminded me of my years as a latchkey kid.

just the other day i was remarking how i remember the very 1st time i heard the strokes...not that they're anything fabulous these days, but back then they were a change in the air, i was waiting in line to get my crappy lunch and they popped on mtv and i thought "wtf is this?!!?!?" rock n roll was back.

it's funny how things change.