I was walking back through the campus today, a crush of students milling around me, while listening to the new Billy Talent. Ben Kowalewicz’s shrill vocals matched everything I saw, from the arrogant walk of that perky girl to the indifferent look on the face of that Chinese guy.

I’m sinking, I’m twisted
I’m broke and you can’t fix it
Don’t make me, cause I’ll do it
Red blood and then we’ll all go

I wished, if only for a moment, that I could pump this music through the crowds, to make everyone listen and move with me.