Marcel Winatschek

Mixtape: Two Kinds

Good songs are like sex. Some come with such heat and force that I can’t resist them—I’m caught in the rush for hours, dizzy with it, until suddenly it’s over. They’re gone and they don’t come back.

Others are slower. I might not even notice them at first, might forget them for years, but they’re always there. And when I find them again, when the moment’s right, there’s no word that explains what happens. The relief. The happiness. The hurt underneath.