It’s not the same song. It’s the same group. And it sounds so much the same.<\/p>\n
I remember when I first listened to an album of this group.<\/p>\n
I was seriously sick, mysteriously sick. I was in a room in Moscow, and I had been bitten by moscow mosquitos for more than a week. We had just missed our flight and I didn’t have enough dollars to get another ticket.<\/p>\n
My parents had only agreed to let me and my brother go to Moscow because I had enough money to pay for tickets to get back if we had to pay in dollars.<\/p>\n
But I had spent the money while in the big city. I didn’t have enough for pay for us to buy tickets to get back when the people who were supposed to get us back made us miss the flight.<\/p>\n
Worse though, was that all my mosquitos bites had started to ache down to my bones. They had swollen, and then after I fell asleep at the school headquarters in Moscow they had all formed rings of white pus.<\/p>\n
I had a hacking cough and I was stranded.<\/p>\n
I think back at how dangerous that was. I lose my breath at how I wasnt’ scared enough at the time.<\/p>\n
I was scared. But not scared enough.<\/p>\n
I am here now. That was a long time ago.<\/p>\n
The cough worsened, and lasted more than a month.<\/p>\n
The mosquito bites evnetually drained and healed. They left some scars, and those places on my skin behaved differently for decades into the future.<\/p>\n
And that is not the danger anymore.<\/p>\n
I am here now.<\/p>\n
But once. I was there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s not the same song. It’s the same group. And it sounds so much the same. I remember when I first listened to an album of this group. I was seriously sick, mysteriously sick. I was in a room in … Continue reading