I once went on a date with this girl. I was unemployed, broke,
killing time, freshly dropped in brooklyn with neither hope nor
prayer, and this unimpressed and surprisingly short girl invites me
to see a band after I send her an email on myspace, despite her
strict warning not to message her on myspace. Anyway, without
expectations, I head down and it turns out we're an hour early for
the music. So it's a summer evening, and we go to drink whiskey and
smoke cigarettes and chat each other up for a while.
Four hours later we've missed the band and haven't left the bar. I
can say, without a doubt, this was the best date I'd ever had, and
this girl was basically girl-me. Sadly, despite my affable cool
during the date, I immediately blew it, probably because I'd just
gotten out of a two year relationship and was, as mentioned above,
unemployed, and had nothing much to do besides pine after a random
stranger. So she smelled the puppy-esque desperation and headed
south for the winter.
But on that date, she played me Strange Religion by Mark Lanegan.
Even now, after all the associations with that first and only date
faded away, this song takes me a little bit out of the day, and
puts me in a sentimental fantasy of delicate romance in a vicious
I also like AC/DC.