There’s definitely something behind the way that love and death are so often connected in art. Not sure exactly what it is, but it’s there.
Wild how we can just connect music to certain times and feelings in our life. I’ll hear ariana grande and be back in my ‘03 honda accord with the holes in the upholstery. Listening to conan gray transports me to the long drives with my windows halfway down on a gorgeous evening. The regrettes are a meal shared outside on a crisp fall day in my first semester of college, and sammy rae & the friends are a walk across campus on a comfortable spring night when I was hopelessly in love. There’s just something so beautiful about the memories that we can only access through music.