i remember first hearing this song way back in 2014, at a friend’s 1920’s themed birthday party in montreal.

it was at an apartment full of artists and circus performers and the massive, open concept room was buzzing with with a frenetic but exciting electricity. everyone was young and beautiful and in costume, and everything felt charged and alive with possibility.

i remember someone did an aerial hoop performance at one point and i thought about all the small pockets of magic hidden all over the city that people could go their whole lives never finding, and not knowing any better.

the last, trumpet-filled stanzas of this song played as the birthday boy descended a flight of stairs, and then the music cut and he made a speech, and honestly, it was kind of a perfect moment – so much so that i remember it even all these years later.

i think i might’ve slept over that night, and when i woke up i found a handful of friends scattered across the apartment, with light spilling in through the windows and illuminating the charmed mess from the night before.

even the wreckage was tinted with something that elevated it beyond itself, and there was something serene and reminiscent of youth and past glory in the empty bottles and clothes strewn across the floor.

i wish this song was on spotify.