The last couple of minutes of this Pixies song describes so many moments of my life. Or maybe it actually starts ten seconds or so later, when the electric guitar kicks in, and that melody washes over and over again, crashing through saltwater thoughts, receding then after melting through all that hard-packed sand on the shore of my outer consciousness. There’s another song that is like this for me…Built to Spill’s “Kicked It In The Sun”….the last three minutes or so….swirling guitar and staccato drums at odds with each other, yet still working together to translate into feelings what words cannot ever seem to do. It’s always music that’s the savior…smoothing out the sharp edges…making sense of that which cannot be explained using the blunt tools of language. As Black Francis sings, “I’m in a state…I’m in a state…I’m in a state…”