Spring wonderings

As I trapeze around the city for Spring Break, going on job interviews in different neighborhoods, lingering at coffee shops, and strolling through bare-branched parks, several songs work their way into my mind. At a coffeeshop, I hear Radiohead's "Fake Plastic Trees" and think how long it's been since I've heard that tender lonesome tune. It always reminds me of high school, the first discovery of sweet melancholia and Radiohead at the local library. Walking weekday around the city when everyone's at work, I revisit Arcade Fire's Funereal album. It's best for a stark windy day where you can look at the faces of occasional people hurrying by in the streets and see sympathy. And at night, a stroll through neighborhood parks, lit by the occasional streetlamp, complements well the transluscent melodies of Yann Tiersten in Goodbye Lenin. It gives me the rare feeling that the world has some sort of eternal order, and that things will always be okay.