When I was 16 I chased Larry Berg through the woods. Something about the memory feels justified, like a holy quest. I remember the air was cold in my lungs and I felt like it was making me stronger, and him weaker. I remember when he tripped and fell and I pounced. It was lunch hour, I remember that.
The days when Larry Berg would show up to school in his leather car. I remember he brought greyness to my face when he spoke. When he smiled and everyone believed it. I remember the way he would look through me, and crack his knuckles absently whenever he felt like it. I remember his wallet. 15.15$ and a full sub club card. I remember thinking the club card was more valuable.
[offered kindly by the band as a download from our site, this is from the upcoming 2014 EP Smite, which, if their other material is any indication, promises to be fantastic. They have a video for this song, and you can purchase other stuff at their bandcamp, and I've written about them previously]
Posted by Dan at November 5, 2013 12:12 PMRead this twice before realizing it wasn't about Larry Bird.
Posted by T at November 5, 2013 9:48 PMActually, there's a typo in the post. It IS about Larry Bird. No relation.
Posted by Dan at November 6, 2013 2:12 PMI somehow stumbled upon this site while trying to find a friends article on McSweeny's, and I don't know if it's SUPPOSED to be quick and quirky stories to go with the appropriated song, but if it IS... It's awesome thus far. Time to check out the other ones!
Posted by Dugan at November 8, 2013 10:09 PM