goo goo dolls. no

My eyes are heavy but my body is relaxed like a grassy null in a city of trees. I am tingly and fighting the feeling to close my eyes, because why miss out on such a euphoric rush? My best brunette sits on her computer rifling through memories of past love and the life she is now unexpectedly thrown into, trying to come out on top and across the road.

The gooey Goo Goo dolls are trying to be different coming from the Ipod, but really the only thing they are different for in my personal opinion is the fact that 4 years earlier I went to a concert and fell in love late that night. I was already in love but I knew it more closer after I was free falling on a hill at a pavilion that so many stars sing under the stars.

My favorite underestimate is the way music not only gives us a sensation or a memory, but the way it alters our memories, and how it transforms into a different version of itself. Songs have a life of their own; a way of gentrifying itself into the unknown; fitting into a place where it might be accepted temporarily or in a forever "never let you down" type of Mr. West way.

Rethinking the night, I am confused at why the Goo Goos are unleashing their tacky sound into this room, and why things are always cryptic.

Maybe that is what is missing in this band's music - mystery.