Arcade Fire - In the Backseat: youtube.com/watch?v=SsmEMk2QOnM
When I lived in Halifax I was borrowing my brothers car, a tiny black Hyundai that I barely used but had and drove friends around, should have gone everywhere, the States, the south shore but here I am. It got broken into once and since there was nothing in it all they took was the spare change in the ashtray, broke a window and it never felt the same inside the car again, someone had been there.
I drove to the airport once, don't remember why maybe picking up my brother from Calgary, yes I remember that was it, he said his plane was coming in at 2am so I drove to the airport and his flight had been delayed 2 hours so I slept on a bench for an hour before driving him into Halifax while the sun loomed in the distance below the horizon. The only CD in the car at the time was Arcade Fire's Funeral and we listened to it in silence.
And this song reminds me of when I was a kid and my father drove my brother and I to the library, part way the car caught on fire and I was stuck in the backseat still in childrens car-seat. I remember my Dad and brother jumping out the front and smoke and fire and nothing else but apparently my Dad jumped in the back and pulled me out, burned his eyebrows off. I remember my Mom waving to us from the front porch before we'd left. Terrible and surreal.
And someone I know, someone I've played a show with before, played at Madison Square Garden last night, helped open for Arcade Fire. So strange.
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