Here We Go Magic

I'm listening to an album by a band called Here We Go Magic. After watching the video for "Tunnelvision" on pitchfork, I ran straight over to the iTunes Store and bought it.

The house is empty. Brett and Jenny are out of town and the neighbors moved out two days ago. It's weird feeling this solitude after two years of having two roommates. I remember in Munich I loved having the apartment to myself. They were rare, but well enjoyed. Now I find myself almost a year later in an empty house 4 times bigger than my last apartment in America. I can't believe it's been a year. This year has gone by faster than my year in Germany. Now I'm back in school, a year away from being certified to teach. A lot has changed, but mostly they've stayed the same. I told myself when I was getting ready to come back, I told myself that it would be impossible to expect my old life to be there when I got back. Meaning that things have changed and I shouldn't be surprised or angry if things weren't the same. But, other than a change of venue, life keeps rolling on. I still have the great group of friends, a room to call my own and music. Tons and tons of music.

Dr. Whitt asked me what my "Threshold for music was." Or how long I could listen to music without a break. I told him 24 hours. Non-stop. Which, in a way is true. I fall asleep listening to music, wake up to it and insure that it's around me as much as I can during the day. It's like breathing. It's always happening and the only times you notice you're doing it is when there's not enough or too much. Silence is like having asthma.

Leah's in the United States. I read her letter which was "SWAK" earlier and I thought about seeing her again. I can't imagine Leah without Munich, or Munich without Leah. I'll probably start smoking again while I'm with her. Beer and cigarettes at the Dom.

Here We Go Magic