I never realized how much I really liked this song. I embodied it all too well, and I don't know that it was the best adoption of emotional experience I would go for, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Walk is kind of a catty song when you really break it down. "Is there no standard anymore?" I can imagine Phil dressed in a Victorian-era suit shooing off some peasent, talking with a terribly affected British accent.
That image actually makes the song even better. That needs to be a thing that happens. I'd watch that music video all day.
That is all. I'd go for some deep insights but I'm much too tired at the moment. Had a good day though. Saw an old friend (Travis) and talked with him for almost two hours. I felt like myself and I didn't feel awkward or strange. It was good to be in the presence of someone who I have a great deal of shared history with, and someone that despite some times of getting weird (which is just an occupational hazard of getting close to people) at his core hasn't changed. He's still a sweet smart dude that at the end of the day understands a lot about life and doesn't let as much of the bullshit get to him. He has had the bullshit get to him, he's not immune to it, just like the rest of us, but he doesn't have any illusions about it or himself.
And, if I stop and think about it, I guess this means that in spite of my long-held practice of external validation, I managed to actually make some friends in spite of my best efforts to do otherwise on some weird level. For that, I'm grateful.