Another Soulmate has always reminded me of the smell of rain — that kind of nostalgia that rules over everything, somewhere between petrichor and sneakers slipping on wet concrete. It tastes like warm, sweet peach tea, and sunlight that just refuses to break through the clouds. There’s a story behind this song. It wasn’t born as a random idea, but from a time so distant that maybe it’s best to leave those demons where they belong. I’ve already fought hard enough to dig it out, brushing off the dust that had piled up over the years — and now I don’t feel like facing those faceless ghosts, the ones with rusty claws, the ones fools like me still call memories. I rarely make happy music — I guess you’ve noticed — but I try not to make empty music either, trapped in formulas or chasing some mirage of a chart position. This song is a part of me, old by years, maybe centuries. Who knows if it still says anything, or if the tape’s been completely demagnetized; who knows if you still have a Walkman to play it; who knows if anyone even remembers cassette tapes anymore; who knows if I ever had friends like the ones I had when I was twelve — Jesus, does anyone? (Half-quote). Have a good day, and thank you to everyone willing to lend an ear to my past.
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