I have no valid reasoning behind the formation of the following opinion:
This album would be really good to listen while relaxing in a park with your legs kicking in the air as you search Craigslist’s missed connections for the person you lost your virginity to. Maybe it was 10 years ago. Maybe it was last month, last night, or maybe it hasn’t even happened yet.
Maybe it was in Paris. Maybe it was in Topeka. Maybe it was in Myrtle Beach during bike week. No matter. You have hope. And I predict at the 2:54 mark of Don’t Look Down or Back you’ll find what you were searching for.
You flip from your stomach to your back. Blocking the glare from the sun you lower the screen of your laptop close to your face, and then back up shaking your head. You repeat these motions until you realize it couldn’t have been you. You don’t have brown hair.
There’s still hope though. By the end of this album you begin to take stock—your in a park on a beautiful day with your computer and you accept the fact that no one would ever want to reconnect with a person they had sex with who would bring a computer to a park on a beautiful day to search missed connections for the person with whom they lost their virginity.