What would a SF Mix be without this damned beauty of a song about mutual self-destruction and the will to burn it all down.
Dear John Darnielle,
I fear that I’ve patterned the worst parts of my relationships after your songs, perhaps desiring to be one of those desperate narratives in my own self-consciously tragic way. I suppose it all goes back to Nick Hornby’s eternal question: Do we listen to pop music because we’re miserable, or are we miserable because we listen to pop music?
See you on the 18th, we’ll talk about all of this then.
Sincerely,
J.C.H.
*thanks to Karen for this particular nuanced revision of my long held contention of being just a “sad bastard”
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