I’ve been listening to the album Say It Like You Mean It by The Starting Line on repeat for the past couple days.
It came out 12 fucking years ago. The version I have is still the old mp3s I ripped from a burnt copy my sister gave me in middle school. They’re so static-ridden and low bitrate; some songs are, as they have always been, just chopped up and fucked as hell that it’s hilarious. But it’s just so GODDAMNED nostalgic. I haven’t ever known any other version of Goodnight’s Sleep or Leaving that didn’t sound like I was rattling my CD player while I burned the disk.I mean, I guess in a few years we can start mainstream reminiscing emo music but for now I’m just going to bop down the fucking sidewalk mouthing the words to Best Of Me.