Song Of The Day (In Slow Motion)

I feel like living in San Francisco has thrown off any idea of a "season" that I ever may have had. Honestly, the weather patterns here are confusing as shit, and in some ways I feel like God just experiments with us to see what he's gonna do elsewhere. God: "What is it, a Monday? September, eh? (leans over to yell out of his office) Karen, what did we do with the weather there this weekend? Warm? No shit...well, give 'em 56 degrees today. Keep them on their toes. Yeah. Thanks...Oh and can you get some more Its-its if you are going to the store?"

Yes, I believe God would eat Its-its. They are the most delicious treat in all of the delicious treat land. Anyways. But here's my point: I've got this weird thing with music where I often almost entirely associate it with seasons. I mean, rap? That is summer music. It doesn't make sense to me in the winter or even spring; it's as though i'm too much of a cliche "white guy" during those seasons or something. I don't even know what that means, but I understand what i'm saying and that's clearly all that matters. So living in San Francisco these past years? It's totally thrown my shit off. I feel like I have no idea what to listen to and when. Oh, what is a pretentious white guy music nerd to DO!! I might panic and listen to 50 Cent, and that could throw my whole world off. I will hide it from myself and listen to Enya to throw everything off.

So this song is kind of what bummed me out, because for some reason it's the epitome of the "fall" song, or the "walking to class on a nice campus in a traditional film about college with the leaves changing color and falling" song. And it just breaks my heart that I wake up here and there is probably going to be no true feeling of fall here. In California, there are four seasons: California, California, Rain kinda, and California. So I will listen to this song, and pray and hope that there is that cold morning where this song fits. And for some reason, when I hear this song, I feel like it would only really work if everything was in slow motion. Honestly, listen to it and try not to imagine walking through a college campus in slow motion. Because that's the only way it can be listened to. And if you argue that, you are stupid. Maybe I need to move somewhere with seasons again. If not, I guess my music collection will be stuck in "Kinda Rain" purgatory. Which would be a bummer. Until then, I will keep searching for a "slow motion" device. That and a teleporter. There is no other point in life but to find these two things. Toodles.

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Drew Hoolhorst

San Francisco, CA 94110, USA

I have a black belt in feelings.