"Down where your paint is cracking."

"He don't really feel
the weather."

This song played, followed by this song, and the sounds melted into each other so beautifully that I didn't really notice the rain or the chill. It was the perfect music for walking home at night, which is what I was doing when all of this hit me -- these songs, and this thought: I have always had a place to call home; I have always had somewhere I could go for the night.


TRACK LISTING: Iggy Pop, "Neighborhood Threat"