It’s Always Last Call
Driving around my new home of Nashville, heading north on the 155, it’s not so hard to imagine you’re driving up the 2 into Eagle Rock; rolling hills dotted with radio towers and homes, the sprawling concrete superstructure that is the backbone of america. But the dead heat and the roiling humidity are giveaways that this is a different home. Ten years ago I moved to Boston, right around the time Dismemberment Plan released Change. In the intervening years we’ve both moved around a lot, made changes. Got married. Had kids. Made lives for ourselves.
And here we are again. Maybe we don’t have quite the strength and urgency we did as young men; a little more gray hair, deeper bags under the eyes. But we’re also smarter. No longer just sad literary men with a borrowed sense of ennui, but men of purpose. Men of family and industry. Like he says over and over again, “What have I got to lose,” knowing full well that answer is “a whole fuck of a lot.”
So this is home now, and this is the new D Plan record. Here’s to new beginnings.