summer lies every year. convinces you it’s endless, like the sun’s going to stay out forever, like you’ll never have to think about real life. then suddenly it’s gone. feels like waking up after a dream you wanted five more minutes of. leaves everywhere, air smells like bonfires and gas stations. it’s fall again and we’re here again.
we missed this. andy hitting the drums like they owe him money. danny making the bass shake the walls just enough to make you feel it in your ribs. tyler writing riffs that make me mad because they’re too good and i’ll never keep up. me pretending i know what i’m doing with a guitar in my hands and trying to sing like people should care. half the time i forget the words, but whatever.
most nights we’re writing songs no one asked for. eating snacks that taste better at midnight than they should. laughing at jokes that won’t be funny tomorrow. feels less like a band and more like four idiots running from the stuff we’re supposed to be doing.
and that’s the good part. the dive bars. the sticky floors. the neon buzzing like it’s on life support. someone always spilling beer on the setlist. amps cutting out. my voice cracking in the worst ways. and it’s perfect. those are the nights that burn into you, even when they shouldn’t. the ones you’ll try to explain later and they’ll sound boring but they weren’t.
lost in the city is back. loud again. stupid again. happy again.
still loud. still burning. still lost.
-shane killian radford