Separate boxes fill the car
Today’s song rec: “Scott, Get the Van, I’m Moving” x Cayetana
My fondest memory of this song is being drunk and elated at 3 am on a summer night, running up to my 5th-floor walk-up and absolutely eating it on the third floor. I scraped my knee pretty badly, but I got up and laughed through the cringe. I had just listened to the song on repeat all the way back to Manhattan from Ridgewood and felt like I was simultaneously floating and running at full speed. I suppose those are the dangers of mixing alcohol and Cayetana.
Mere days later, I was in a full depressive state. Funny how quickly things change.
The core idea of this song, which I connect with deeply, is in the line: “The hardest part of moving out is I remember moving in.” This is resonating with me lately, as someone who will soon have to leave their apartment of four years and who can recall almost every detail of every room they’ve ever lived in. The idea of never again setting foot in a room in which I’ve cried and danced and loved and stumbled around really makes me sad. But it’s how life goes for the sentimental!
This doesn’t feel like a sad song, though. And it especially didn’t feel that way when I was tripping up those stairs in a state of pure intoxicating joy. From the second the song starts, there’s this electric gallop that singer Alegra Anka just merges right into like she’s been bolting beside it for days. It has so much life to it. It makes you want to run, to scream, to choke back the overwhelming emotions that come with an uncontrollable adrenaline rush.
I think Cayetana called it quits a few years ago, but I gotta thank them for this one. I hope you enjoy it, too! Don’t trip.
Photo is by Emily Dubin. I own nothing!