Stitches
I dug up Stitches
by The Dykeenies while scrolling through my iTunes the other day—one of those songs that gets buried until you randomly bump into it again. The band’s name still makes me stumble; I can never say it without it sounding ridiculous, which hasn’t stopped me from playing it anyway.
It’s a genuinely good song. Had its moment about a year ago, right when I was still tuned to that frequency. One of those tracks that hits at the right time and then settles into the background like they all do, waiting to surprise you later.
Here’s the weird part: every time I look at the band name, I think of a cocktail. Not even a particular kind, just this vague image of one. That’s just how memory works—makes these random associations stick.
There’s something about rediscovering old songs. Same notes, same everything, but you’re different now so it lands in a different place, means something slightly different. Nothing deep about it. Just that small resurrection when you’re not looking for it.