A Song That I Want Played At My Wedding | Someday You Will Die

When Plans came out, I didn’t know what to expect, and wasn’t ready for what I got. I’d been put on to Death Cab for Cutie when a friend of mine put “We Looked Like Giants” on a mixtape for me. I’d ignored them until then, knowing their name, but not their music, laughing when my friend said he was going to start a parody emo band and call it Death Cab Confessional.

It turned around with that song. I bought Transatlanticism and got to know it like family. I wrote to it and about it. I loved it (save for the two terrible songs).

I heard the lead single from Plans a few weeks before it came out, and dutifully bought the album. I wanted more of what I’d grown to love, but it never has grabbed me in quite the same way.

When “Your Heart Is an Empty Room” was used in the trailer for The Science of Sleep it grew on me and I began to appreciate it more. It’s my favorite song from that record mostly for that reason.

But beyond that: there’s something to the fatalism of “I Will Follow You Into the Dark”. I like the foreverness of it, the sense of always. It suits my romantic notion of love, my sense of being a dreamer and thinking in the long term.

It was suggested that it play at my wedding, and I wasn’t sure, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I like it.

There’s never been anything wrong with a little fatalism in your romance.

But She Can’t Relax

So, I’m reading the accompanying article on Death Cab for Cutie’s session for Daytrotter when when I get bludgeoned about the head by this question: “If this isn’t love this time, then what is it now?”

I’ve asked myself that question many times throughout my days.  Well, not that question.  Actually, I don’t even ask.  My version is more of a statement: this needs to be love, because I don’t want to feel harder than this.

It always feels true at the time, but then I’ve lost love, and I missed it.  Those were always the best times for me as a writer.  I have a theory that no one can write well when they’re happy.  No one wants to hear about someone else’s happiness.  Do they?

It’s good to know that I’m not the only person that has ever felt that way.  I feel much better knowing that every other self-hating hipster feels the same way.

That probably shouldn’t make me feel better, come to think of it.