I thought, There is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be at this moment. I could count all the places I would not rather be. I’ve always wanted to see New Zealand, but I’d rather be here. The majestic ruins of Machu Picchu? I’d rather be here. A hillside in Cuenca, Spain, sipping coffee and watching leaves fall? Not even close. There is nowhere else I could imagine wanting to be besides here in this car, with this girl, on this road, listening to this song. If she breaks my heart, no matter what hell she puts me through, I can say it was worth it, just because of right now. Out the window is a blur and all I can really hear is this girl’s hair flapping in the wind, and maybe if we drive fast enough the universe will lose track of us and forget to stick us somewhere else.
Rob SheffieldBy the time you're an adult, you're used to seeing your friends disappear into their five-year plans. They drop out to get married, have babies, go to grad school, get divorced. They start a band or enter the penal system. They vanish for years at a time - some come back, some don't. Some of them you wait for and some you let go. Sometimes the only way they come back is in a song.
Rob SheffieldI've played the song for a lot of people who respond, 'Hmmmm, this is interesting,' but in a way it's more like 'There are two exits in this room, the window and the door. If this song doesn't end soon, I'm going to opt for the window.
Rob SheffieldMy ears rang all the way home and I didn't want them to stop. It made me want to start something.
Rob SheffieldI felt indestructible, or at least undestroyed, more alive than I'd ever been.
Rob SheffieldLearning, over and over. The work of love will make you bloody and it will make you lonely.
Rob SheffieldI was too young to know adult life is full of accidents and interrupted moments and empty beds you climb into and don't climb out of.
Rob SheffieldNothing connects to the moment like music.
Rob SheffieldDave Matthews is mixing violin solos with saxophone solos and it's bad for the baby
Rob SheffieldLove hurts. Love stinks. Love bites, love bleeds, love is the drug. The troubadours of our times all agree: They want to know what love is, and they want you to show them. But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.
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