If I could open my mouth, wide enough for a marching band to march out

"For those of us who came of age alongside the band’s music, revisiting Death Cab’s back catalog — currently seven albums deep — can be something akin to re-reading old diary entries: deeply personal, wistfully sentimental, and generally indicative of who and where we were at the time." So so true. And the Marching Bands of Manhattan reminds me of how much I used to love you.