I’m walking alone in dark, cold, snowy weather on the streets of some Eastern European city letting my entire body feel the intensity of all the world’s sorrow when I hear this song. Not to be dramatic.
Example for me here: The part in Meet Me In The Bathroom here from about 2:03 to 2:25, where Julian says “meet me in the bathroom that’s what she said…” finds the little guitar bridge to “never was on timeee” always gives me such a wistful frisson.
This is a game I play with myself when I'm done washing my hands at work. I'll see how far away I can shoot the "bathketball" (paper towel) into the garbage can. And yes I keep track of my stats (87% 3-point accuracy and have yet to miss a shot from mid-range)
