Those Songs Are Yours Now

It’s 2007 and I’m laying on some shitty guy’s awful mattress on the floor and he has music on the laptop. It sounds familiar, really familiar. I’m pretty sure I know who it is, but I ask anyway- “who is this?” He stops what he’s doing and laughs at me. “You don’t know?” he says, relishing it. “It’s The Shins, I thought you liked them” god damnit, The Shins. Of course it’s The Shins. That’s why it sounds like a jamboree on a spaceship hosted by a very sad but enthusiastic man, which is your favorite style of music.