If this sounds familiar, it means you might have a snapshot of swings at nighttime, or rain pouring, (Chasing Amy but not like the era of flannel shirts/grungy hair). Vinyl in a quality, maybe, as while the group, Coal, disbanded, Stay persists, for me; it is ineffable but lives closest to the way her voice breaks and she powers through, that transcends even the lyrics (that is a huge win for a vocalist, coming from me). It needn't be about Chasing Amy or the dramatic situation as told, but connected to pounding a cinder block wall with a rolled up yoga mat, in a peculiar dorm, designed to confuse and disorient. The wall was unharmed. Incidentally, so was the yoga mat. (Man, Sartre says, unlike a hammer, in essence v. function).
