Nickelback’s new single is quite possibly one of my all time favorites, and it’s not even out on CD yet.  I love songs that tell a story and put you right into the setting, painting a picture with colors you might not have ever noticed had you really been there.  Fitting for a song called Photograph.  The CD won’t be released until October 8th which is a little disappointing, but I guess all good things are better with a bit of anticipation.  Listen to Photograph on Nickelback’s website or try this direct link…and don’t forget to read the lyrics.  Powerful.

This song brings back quite a few fond memories.  Probably the most vivid is listening to How You Remind Me sitting in the ‘92 Camaro at Saint Leo, near Alumni and the tennis courts after busting my ass all day at Tingley from 8-5 and then Saddlebrook from 6-11…or riding around with Bill, tearing up the orange groves and laying down some rubber on the back rodes near the lake.  Now I’ve gotta go listen to The State and see what else I can dig up.

Seems a bit odd to me that intangible things…memories, relationships, feelings…are the things that are hardest to say goodbye to.  Something you can’t touch, can’t see, can’t feel…you know it’s there, of course, but where?  What makes them so difficult to walk away from?  At first glance, I’d think that cold, hard things would be the worst to leave…your home, a special birthday gift, that locket your great-grandmother passed down to your mom, who gave it to you on your 12th birthday instead of your 18th because she wouldn’t be around to see you become a teenager…the kinds of things that are irreplaceable.  But aren’t the memories and feelings irreplaceable too?

I’m beginning to think not; quite the opposite, actually, and the main culprit seems to be time.  The further in time I get from a person, a happy memory, nearly anything, the more transparent it becomes.  Sure, it will always be there, but just not as vivid, as clear.  And I’ll put ten bucks on it…look hard enough and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.

It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Just don’t say goodbye to the good ones.