Youth in the melody
“I took this walk to ease my mind,” “I forgot about this one,” I mumble as David Bowie’s “Conversation Piece” beats to life on my expensive stereo. Memories of that night ten years ago flash to life behind my closed eyes. That night, back when I was an exuberant seventeen year old, back when I first heard the song playing softly in the background at a Starbucks. It was moments after I had bought the Heathen album at a nearby HMV.
The Beauty of Not Speaking the Same Language
I recently completed a road trip through Europe. And by road trip I mean driving a rental car from Marseille, France, to Venice, Munich, Amsterdam, Brussels, and Paris, only to return to Marseille, France in two weeks.