For some reason, this Frank Turner version of Counting Crows’ Anna Begins manages to remind me of every single crush I’ve ever had. Just of the crushes, not the ‘actual’ romances. 

Last song to achieve this was a version of the Goo Goo Dolls’ Iris sung live by the singer of Pale years ago in Konstanz. 

Right in the feels, as tumblr-people like to say. And yes, all my nostalgia-inducing songs are uncool and cheesy. 

The heart wants what the heart wants.

(video by secretsessionstv)

When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

What I pretend shaped my teenage years: Texas Is the Reason (and other bands like them. Sunny Day Real Estate, The Promise Ring; Jimmy Eat World actually had a great impact.) Whenever I hear them, I’m a college freshman again, (re)discovering them, wondering where they’ve been all this time. 

Texas Is the Reason recorded a brilliant daytrotter session in March.

What actually shaped my teenage years: The Goo Goo Dolls. Whenever I hear them, I feel like a teenage boy again, on smelly hot blacktop or in a backyard pool somewhere in New Jersey. 

I wonder why I haven’t seen the session before – and how long until I’ll hit that New Jersey tarmac again.

[By] that sad optimism and nostalgia for the future which is the pathos of modernism.

One of the best definitions of the modern(-ist) sentiment I’ve ever read.

from: Marcos Sanchez-Tranquilino and John Tagg. “The Pachuco’s Flayed Hide: Mobility, Identity and Buenas Garras.” In: Grossberg et. al. (eds.) Cultural Studies. New York: Routlege (1992) p.561