I bought “Fallow” and “Left and Leaving” on vinyl at the Tower Records store I could walk to from my house. I’d heard “Aside” on that punk music video show that aired at 1am on UPN. I had gotten a record player for Christmas. I was 15.
I didn’t listen to either for awhile. I gave them casual listens until I started spinning it all the time. I started jotting “Wearing blue-black eyes wearing dead mans neckties” on all my notes in algebra. I don’t remember when it happend, exactly, but somewhere along the way “Left and Leaving” became the most important album ever written.
I once made-out with a guy that I only sort of like because we happend to pass a construction site on our way home, and I got him to sneak in with me to climb on the heavy machines.
If I were to ever get married, first dance would be “My Favourite Chords,” no exceptions.
My three best friends were all made over conversations about the Weakerthans.
And my very best friend and I sign off on birthday cards and important emails with, “I know you may roll your eyes at this, but I’m so glad that you exist.”
The Weakerthans are playing “Left and Leaving” in it’s entirety tonight in San Francisco. I am heartbroken in Los Angeles.
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