Here’s a song about settling into one of those sleepy old neighborhoods where many of the inhabitants are still original. And then, with the passage of time, watching it turn over and become something new. If you catch it right on the cusp, you don’t even have to be there that long to see the shift: You get a couple years where it seems like nothing will ever change until, slowly at first and then at a quickening pace, it sure enough does. It’s like watching history in fast forward. It’s easy to forget, looking out of your own eyes at the world around you, that you too are a part of that story – as strange to those who came before as these new residents are to you. The life of a neighborhood.
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