Buffalo Springfield. Cream. Vanilla Fudge. Which car did they go with? It’s that way with me. Hear a song, connect it with my car at the time, then with friends, moments. Connect the dots. They always come full circle. Past and present. When I was a teenager, I wondered what I would feel like inside when I was older. Would it be different? Turns out that, no, it isn’t. I feel exactly the same way as me inside now as I did then. Kind of like a wave that keeps cresting, crashing, reforming–over and over and over again.
Somethin's Happenen Here
Somethin's Happenen Here
Somethin's Happenen Here
Buffalo Springfield. Cream. Vanilla Fudge. Which car did they go with? It’s that way with me. Hear a song, connect it with my car at the time, then with friends, moments. Connect the dots. They always come full circle. Past and present. When I was a teenager, I wondered what I would feel like inside when I was older. Would it be different? Turns out that, no, it isn’t. I feel exactly the same way as me inside now as I did then. Kind of like a wave that keeps cresting, crashing, reforming–over and over and over again.