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.