Tonight I saw Arcade Fire, a band I affixed great emotional significance to a long time ago. I recall lonely nights of drinking to, jerking off to, or crying to their first album Funeral. Of thinking that the swell in each song would carry me away to the place I was meant to be at. [...]

I died while listening to an Arcade Fire song. It seems apropos, really. I always secretly wished I’d go out to an epic swell in A minor. The life soundtrack equivalent to the ending of a Six Feet Under episode. I wasn’t thinking about anything truly important that moment. The thought that Funeral still remains [...]