Interpol and the dark sounds of aftermidnight

I let myself fall asleep in my car for about fifteen minutes or so tonight. This was not a smart idea as the car was not running, hence no heat. All I had was Interpol blasting from my iPod. Still, there was something peaceful about it all when I was jolted back to consciousness, gently shivering and not quite aware.

When Turn on the Bright Lights came out back in 2002 (I think), it became my passing out CD for some reason. I wanted to listen to it in the worst way when I got it, but something seemed to come up whenever I thought I had an hour to listen to the whole thing. What usually happened involved drinking, drugs, or both. By the time I staggered back to my little shithole room in my house and sat down at my computer, I was already half-asleep. "Hell, might as well throw on that Interpol CD that's supposed to be so good." I would invariably fall asleep (or pass out), headphones on, Interpol blaring, face mashed on the keyboard. This process repeated itself for a few months. In that time, Turn on the Bright Lights etched itself onto my subconscious. When I really got to listen to the whole album in a state of full sober consciousness, it was like Deja Vu or Deja Entendu I guess. Whatever was going on deep in the subconscious CK is forever linked to that album, that band. At least it's a fucking great album that's now a friendly scar on my insides.

Chinese food, milk, chocolate, wings, beer, coffee...yeah, they're all involved in a battle royale in my stomach right now, so I can't seem to find sleep. The idea of tossing and turning myself to sleep is not that appealing right now, but I'm gonna give it the old college try.