I mailed this one to Darlington, who moved to London this past February. I thought my choices seemed fitting — the songs’ connecting thread was commonplace locations like a car or a certain room in an undisclosed house, and my friend was in the middle of new places that would soon become familiar and everyday. I also sent along a mix relating to specific places; I’ll write about that one in a little bit.
As always, let me know if you want a copy.
“The Village Green Preservation Society” by The Kinks
It took a little while longer to get back to Boston than it did to drive to New York, partially because of Labor Day traffic and partially because we stopped twice to take turns behind the wheel. Usually it only takes four CDs (yes, that is a unit of length which may be used to measure distance!) to get from here to my parents’ and vice versa, but this time it took the following five:
I think my handwriting’s legible, but my mother has never thought so. This is for those of you who agree with my mom.