Musical Associations

In college, The Creperie on Thayer Street: enter at any time of the day or night, and you would hear Bob Marley. Redemption Song or Could You Be Loved, Stir it up or I Shot the Sheriff. And you would sit at a tiny table against the window and look at the pale, butter yellow walls while you waited for your banana nutella crepe. Even now, crepes remind me of Bob Marley.

Sometimes late at night, you would be coming back from class or a meeting or Faunce House and even if it wasn't that late, it would be dark, because it was winter, and cold; cold enough that you could see your own breath, and you would have on mittens and a scarf and you'd be walking to your dorm, by yourself, and looking at stars in between steepled roofs. And you would walk past a dorm and hear some sort of winter/dark/steepled roof/late 90s-appropriate music playing. Like David Gray or something. Steeples+cold+winter=David Gray.