Sunday, June 14

The King of Win

He would be the first to point out there is no irony lost in the only indie song titled after my name being Drug Song for Paula (and by a Scottish band, nonetheless). Admittedly, Arab Strap doesn't rank amongst my favourites of Northern Britain, but it's co-leading man, Malcolm Middleton, is a whole different story.

The first chapter begins with:



Malcolm himself has since dejected his persona from those gloomy times. But on that first Midwestern winter, that melody resonated more hauntingly amazing than depressing - not much unlike the season itself. Between a first tornado scare, inseparable pea coats, board games on New Year's eve, a St. Patrick's day properly celebrated, home was a place to enjoy quietly inside the heart, contemplating the surface of a truth priory (and wrongly) only reserved for afterthoughts: music is what feelings sound like.

We are home now and there's nothing to regret.

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