TV on the Radio - Dirtywhirl
I heard this song for the first time in a while, the other day, and it reminded me of slowly cooking in my dad’s crummy heatbox apartment, sitting on a vinyl chair in front of the window trying to catch the breeze, cultivating a minor crush on the shirtless guy who lived across the street, or daydreaming about dirty sweaty sex with the punk chick who walked up the hill outside sometimes, or reading mouldering 80s pulp science fiction, and not having anything to do.
All these memories have a peculiar dusty, desolate feeling, like old paper, as though they come from a distant time and place rather than just a few years ago, when everything was actually just as complicated and important as it is now.
Never listened to that one before. Thankyou.