In early 2012, a few months before my dad passed, I was in a pretty bad rollover accident, where I flipped my stepdad's truck 3 times, end over end, and needed to be cut out of the truck by the jaws of life. Fortunately I wasn't badly injured, aside from some cuts & scrapes, and a cracked left scapula. That point in my life was purely defined by laziness, hubris, a lack of self awareness, and an alcohol habit that was starting to take me down an even darker path. My ex of 5 years had just left me a few months earlier so I was drinking heavily & just basically being reckless with everything in my life, most notably the people who cared most about me. While I've never actually put any of my music or artwork on social media, or online at all for that matter, I still consider myself an artist. I had already been listening to Thrice for nearly a decade at that point, and was very familiar with this song. It was the very first song I heard playing on the radio as we left the hospital that evening, which I thought was strange because it hadn't seen much radio play even when it released in 2005. At that moment, this song resonated with me in a way that no song had ever done before or since. I told my brother about it & at first he didn't think much of it but when he heard the song for the first time in its entirety, he too was shocked at the similarities in the lyrics, the way I had been living my life up to that point, and the fact that it was my first (and hopefully last) ambulance ride. It fit the situation so perfectly it's almost eerie. I've always loved Thrice but after that accident I had a newfound love for their music that I didn't think could get any more real.
i love how the random blonde guy nods his head not because he likes the music but because he wants see if he can keep a perfect beat with drums...seems like he is proud of himself too.
