Beach House...

I still have the residue of Coachella in my body. I had driven down after teaching a class in Westwood and then got stuck in traffic getting let in and when I finally did, I made it to this tent, to hear this band play, and the day was just getting started and I had one of those moments like I could breathe because I had arrived. Something about this song has struck a terrible chord in me since I started listening through the album. And hearing it live...hearing it live...something in me wept well. And I had to seek it out here, even if it's a cut version. Play it when you're driving sometime, sometime when you don't know where you're going, just wandering, and maybe we'll have an understanding.