We have a new neighbor. She’s been living in the apartment underneath ours for a few weeks now, so I’m not in a position to say much about her except what I can glean from leaning casually out the back door to listen in on her loud phone conversations. The only thing I really know for sure is that she loves, loves the movie Garden State. Actually, what she loves is the soundtrack.
She plays it loud and she plays it often. Once every evening, in fact, though the hour varies; her speakers are loud enough to make our floor, her roof, vibrate slightly. I’ve suggested to the Lad that we take her a new CD or two as a housewarming gift, but actually I can’t bring myself to break the cycle. I want to see how it ends–how many more nights before she breaks this odd habit? I like Nick Drake and Coldplay as well as the next guy, but isn’t she starting to yearn for a little Zap Mama or Aretha? All I can figure is that The Shins really did change her life. They certainly have changed mine.
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