From Richard Siken’s “Crush”
this is nice in that way, like the first time i heard my friend matt harra sing a version of “indian summer” at a party in college. that version sounded like the carpet on a house where they don’t take their shoes off at the door — worn and lived in and indicative. afterwards, it was like i had a new vocabulary; this exciting new way of thinking about life that i hadn’t known was an option before. boy tasting wild cherry, touch girl, apple blossom.
i think most people had that experience with music when they were about 13.
(via heart barf)
