I was so in love with The Strokes in high school. I had a shirt made of one of the many Julian Casablancas collages I had made. I threw my bra onstage. I cried when I touched Julian at the first concert. My teachers even knew how obsessed I was. I waited in line in the snow without a jacket for hours to buy tickets and got really sick in the process. Julian came down off the stage and was standing next to me. I touched his hair, but it wasn't the same. I didn't actually know them and I knew it. Last night I realized I only have one Strokes song on my computer, something that I would have considered unforgivable in the past. Now when I hear their songs I feel a mixture of nostalgia and sexiness, but sometimes just sadness. Listening to Albert Hammond Jr. will never make me feel like I did listening to him and Julian and Nick and Nico and Fabrizio together, but there is a glimmer of something really special and I appreciate it more than nothing.
- Lyra
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