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Built to Spill saved my life in winter '96, a time when i was neglecting the most important thing in life--friends. At the time I was working on a novel in a brooklyn garret, four months with the Mac, I didn't even make time to have fun in the famous blizzard. My subconscious tried to make me brave the D/Q to Manhattan frolic by having me drop my car key in the snow, Powerbook still in the backseat of locked Honda. Instead of heeding the sign, I paid $100 for a locksmith housecall, thinking in my mind that 3 days snowed-in was just the isolation i needed to finish but i didn't finish and i stayed inside until THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH LOVE came along and melted the snow. |
