High school love is ridiculous. I say this from experience, I once had a high school love. Most days I wish I never had, those same days I think that it will better me over time. I still can’t sleep well, even after a year of acting upon it. As you can most likely tell it did not work out. It was never meant to, I know that. I still wish it had been better, even though it’s pointless and it wastes my time in the present.
A few months after the debacle I created for myself, I learned of Local Natives. It was their album Gorilla Manor, that has become my soundtrack for that time of my life. It gave me an anthem. Mostly it was cathartic, allowing me to scream and shout and run around. I felt fuller when I listened to it, I felt whole again.
It is really the drums that transport me, I feel like I am standing at the edge of the world. Waves smashing the cliffs I stand upon, wind trying to knock me over, grass still wet with dew, and the sun rising on my abhorrent display of emotions. The words are chants, not lyrics, mantras to be shouted at the heavens above. I am not a listener, I am a conduit. I channel this album through my body and soul, a guest in its home. And I love every second of it. Please go listen to this album, I promise it is good.
by Addison Garry