As Dr. JT mentioned in his post a few days ago, I was on British soil last week. We ventured over the Atlantic to tour parts of England and Scotland. It was my first time in Europe. I hope it isn’t my last. We spent the better part of 8 days walking, drinking, and publically transporting around London and Edinburgh.
London seemed more complex – like a pretty girl who wears a bunch of make-up. Dramatically impressive yet a bit unnecessary at times. Edinburgh shined with natural beauty – its castle acting as the piercing glow of a pair of eyes you just cannot escape. Both were absolutely astonishing in their own right.
In a fit of conflicted luck (Matt Mahaffey might call it a happy accident), we ended up taking a train between both locations which provided plenty of time to listen to music while reflecting on the many historical landmarks upon which we embarked.
The song below is one I found myself constantly going back to while on our journey. It’s only too appropriate that the Moths are from London. But aside from the sorry cliche, I found myself completely entranced with the hypnotic riff and gritty rhythm that sets the landscape for some perfectly simple love-based lyrics.
Individual moments breathe new life into songs. Good and bad. Expected or not. Like the song in the background during a first kiss or a passionate argument, the association can’t be avoided.
For me, this song will always be about a fantastic adventure with an even more fantastic girl. Thank you. I’ll never let you go.