I was Young when I left Home

Next month, I start school in Bloomington. My mind lately has not ventured very far from thinking of what it will be like and trying to imagine every possible detail. Inevitably, I seem to have the attitude that I'll be miserable in some form or another; not in the sense that school in itself (studying, writing, etc) will be too much of a bother, but just that stepping into a situation in which you are surround by so many that you don't know, may be able to turn a person lonely or cold. Frankly, everyday I become more and more scared to leave home, while at the same time growing more and more tired of being here. It's odd.

So, anyway, having been thinking of all these things, I recently got a hold of the "Dark was the Night" compilation. I love it, specifically one track called "I was Young when I left Home" by Antony and Bryce Dessener (of the National). Being a Dylan cover, it's a great song both by the original artist and by Antony.

Some songs just understand you. It's almost mystical; "I was Young when I left Home" is something of this sort. It comes as a lump of sound; not necessarily the lyrics, melody, or guitar as what all three do together is what makes it specifically important and poignant to me.

I don't know, upon re-reading what I have just wrote, I'm reminded of how fruitless it is for someone to attempt to re-create a feeling produced from music in words. Cass McCombs put it best in an interview he gave. He said this: “It seems counterproductive. Music journalism on the whole is completely outside the world of the creative process and everyone knows it, although it can be a funny game in and of itself". That seems about right to me.