| By Quidam on Monday, July 20, 1998 - 05:42 am: |
I've always thought that DCD was one of those groups that either annoys the hell out of you, or you instantly bond with. There doesn't seem to be a lot of people in the middle ground. I have a lot of weird memories associated with this music. (spirit chaser, track 2) being in a state park well after closing, early, early morning. building a fire, sitting around talking. Running through the thick woods like those kids from Lord of the Flies. Almost falling off a steep bluff. Watching the sunrise. Renouncing the world. Commenting that the car stereo we were listening to was probably worth more than some people in the world see in a year. Cooking hot dogs over the fire. Making up bad impromptu poetry. *shaking head* hello, Dead Poet Society wanna be. Still, those were some good times. |