1. I can’t hear Kings of Leon’s Use Somebody without thinking of Coachella, sunset from the VIP section (I was dating the editor-in-chief of a music publication at the time), and a bevy of Victoria’s Secret models in front of me, chain smoking and drinking white wine in plastic cups, perfect hair and cut off shorts. I wore white denim and a white t-shirt, tortoise shell Wayfarers, tan sandals, a baseball cap, hair tucked under.
2. I can’t hear Kings of Leon’s Sex on Fire without thinking of the jukebox at The Short Stop on a Sunday afternoon, day drunk and lightly dancing in the back patio, cigarette in hand, the bartender calling me from inside, asking me if I want in on a round of shots.