Pedestrian Prose

I’ve been in a strange funk lately, and I couldn’t quite understand why until just now. First I thought I was just getting antsy because of my recent house purchase (I’m in this hellish closing process right now), and subsequent move from my favorite apartment/life ever…

There are, of course, other things going on as well that I shouldn’t mention here (after all I have to respect my own privacy, don’t I?), but nothing warrants the playlist I just created: Debbie Downer.

It wasn’t till the second song on the list that brought me back one year (today, or close to it) when I first heard this song. Dustin and I had just split, and I moved into the portico. The rest of the story is too tragic to mention, except that it was as low as I’ve ever been. And today I feel the imprint of that time, like remembering a loved one’s death date, or the seasonal depression you feel at the beginning of the decent into fall, then to winter.

So here’s Debbie Downer, one of the saddest playlist I’ve ever created, listen with caution:

Concretes	This One’s For You
The Vines	Winning Days
Ben Folds	Not The Same
Jet	Look What You’ve Done
Broken Social Scene	Lover’s Spit
Tori Amos	Putting The Damage On
The Owls	Drop Me A Line
Metric	Calculation Theme
Interpol	NYC
Counting Crows	Colorblind
Ben Folds Five	Evaporated
Beck	Lost Cause
Tom Waits	Tom Traubert’s Blues
Low	Weight of Water
Paula Cole	Nietzsche’s Eyes