I remember the night I first heard Death Cab for Cutie – Barry and I were heading home from rehearsal and he put on “Styrofoam Plates” and I was blown away with lyrics like “it’s no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that would raise us alone” and the rattling “I won’t join in the procession that’s speaking their piece using five dollar words while praising his integrity and just cause he’s gone it doesn’t change the fact: he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death”.
Then Barry played me the bridge of “We Laugh Indoors” which blew me away even more. Every time I revisit The Photo Album and it gets to that section I can’t help but stop what I’m doing and get completely, bodily, into it – just to take a moment to take in the awesome drum work and the immense power of that section. I’m sure it’s a very strange sight to see me sitting quietly in my corner at work and then start playing air guitar and drums and shaking my head like a (slightly) mad mofo. It just came on then – after hundreds of listens it still grabs me by the throat and forces me to take notice. Awesome!