yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to

it all started innocently enough. michael picked me up from the airport in memphis in december of 2002. i was returning from half a year in europe, and christmas was two days away. i was able to sleep on my flight from rome to newark, but a six hour layover there had me pretty wiped out. we began the 5 hour drive from memphis at around 7pm in the formidable acura legend. he presented me with a cinnamon roll at the airport, assuming i would be hungry and that i liked cinnamon rolls - neither of which turned out to be true. i think he secretly wanted that cinnamon roll. but that's neither here nor there.

my love affair with interpol began that night. we listened to 'turn on the bright lights' the entire way home (all the way through each time, incase you're wondering). the music is dark, moody, and stunning. themes range from love to loneliness to infidelity, and it's aching without being emo. it screams of a cold new york winter, and i can't get it out of my head. three years later, i can safely say, without being crass, it's my favorite album.

interpol . pda