Jeff Mangum - My Dream Girl Don’t Exist
When you are home by yourself on a rainy October afternoon and letting the self pity and loneliness and mourning of the loss of many things (some that you may or may not have the right or the reason to be mourning) creep in inch by inch and you’re feeling all this despite a great number of recent personal victories (some so big they will change just about everything) and the great amount of love and support flowing your way and maybe you’re just getting too much into your own head because it’s too fucking quiet and so you put on Neutral Milk Hotel with the volume almost all the way up and dance around your living room and move your body until there’s nothing really left in your head at all… make sure you stop (maybe just for a second) when this song randomly pops into the rotation and really, truly, start to understand that jeff mangum is a fucking poet and that you’re probably, in the end, going to be just fine.
