This track serenaded me during wheels-down in a gray, rainy France in June all those years ago--not to visit, to live. As we coasted on the tarmac at CDG, that guitar riff barked out of foam-covered headphones and a worn TDK in my player, and the cascade of drums urged me from apprehension to exhilaration. I was gonna do it.
What, I didn't know. But I was. I had to. I was already there.
And, funny, I thought I didn't have this--and I had wanted it--but it is already here.
