wouldn’t be good enough for me, no
when i hear this song it’s easy to say, “this was the theme of my 20s.” i can’t count the times i danced to it, cried to it, walked around the city in the dark, tripped down subway steps, took deep breaths over a boardwalk railing—it’s a powerful presence. it’s friends and strangers knowing all the choreography, it’s house parties with just the right magic, it’s how summer nights felt longer, and endless songs never end. as i write this i’m soaking into the dreamy josé gonzalez cover at 2:34am. but in my memory, a shy girl forgets and shakes and sings along in a basement dance party, feeling the concrete sidewalks of the lower east side filling her whole chest with power. sharing different heartbeats in one night.
