Round Here — Counting Crows

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAe3sCIakXo

Another misplaces attachment to this song — I'm twenty-something, living in Boston, maybe, somewhere in the Northeast with warm buildings and a cold outdoors, maybe I'm postgrad or working, doesn't matter — I have a vision of just malaise, maybe from Good Will Hunting, and I'm not unhappy but I'm incomplete, the music's emptiness and the winter and this weird distant city, not my own New York but somewhere else; I go to concerts and the shows reflect it; it's a college town, but the college rock bands play 90s music, my god, I wasn't even alive in the 90s; this isn't my dream, this is somebody else's; this is the plot of Portlandia, except they're thrilled with it, and I'm dreaming; maybe this was a dream I had on that trip to Philadelphia? And this is the song — a complete life, cohesive and not without its benefits, but not mine, not mine at all.