--{ listening to here comes your man }------
A random little jot: I'm listening to The Pixies's "Here Comes Your Man," and remembering a night in Boston, drinking beer and hanging out with GS, SH, and JB. We are downtown, at someplace like the Boston Brewing Company, making fun of our chemistry department and trying to figure what to do next. GS is discovering the shandy. SH and JB are talking about how they should play more guitar together. It is a nice night, one of many, nondescript but quite feel-good.
I am thinking about how that was just one of those feel-good, carefree nights, the kind you see in thirty-something movies where the people think back and remember those feel-good, carefree nights. And now I'm thinking, god, how cliched we are, or at least I am, just like in the moooovies.
And I'm remembering how we sang here comes your man in the car ride back, or maybe we didn't, maybe I just imagined it in the soundtrack of my head. I remember us talking about it, though, the song on the radio.
And now I'm thinking again, yeah, this is cliched just like in the movies, because, you know, just like in the movies, we all broke up, moved away, don't keep in touch anymore really. (Okay, me and GS do keep in touch, and no, JB and I never went out.) And just like in the movies, some of us are off doing boring old yuppie things that don't sound feel-good or carefree or have a soundtrack of "Here Comes Your Man."
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