Songs For Your Day

It was summer, I was in highschool. As per the year before, a group of us had gone to Cornerstone Festival to camp out for the week, skate the new skatepark there, go to some shows, hear some sermons/seminars. I don’t remember whether it was the C-stone that Robin and I won the swing dance contest at C-stone Prom, or whether it was the same summer I arm wrestled the bassist from Dogwood. My memories of my two summers at Cornerstone are a hazy blend of fog and smiles.

Really, what I do remember is laying on a blanket in the middle of camp. I was probably eating chips or snacking on something, or just laying there talking to Jordan or Robin or Dustin or Nick or.. whoever.

It was customary for us to have a vehicle around the camp site with the doors open playing music. And, I remember that whatever I was doing, I found myself snagged by whatever was filtering from Nick’s car. When he told me what it was, I think I remember chuckling. The irony of an indie band naming themselves American Football just struck me as slightly comical.

And, maybe it wasn’t meant to be ironic. Maybe the Kinsella’s actually do love the NFL. Stranger things can happen, but generally, their fan base isn’t known to be fans of professional sports–especially football.

I think about things that don’t matter far too much. The thing is, the music was summer to me, and what I do remember is laying back on the blanket, feeling the grass poking me a bit through the fabric, and just listening to American Football with my eyes closed, falling asleep sweating and dirty and happy.

-christopher earl.