I'm listening to Good News for People Who Love Bad News and my first reaction is 'oh, hello childhood'. But the familar feeling of enjoying this album doesn't come from my childhood in the ordinary sense. It was during those GCSE years when I was introduced to Modest Mouse. In this case, 'childhood' refers to the distant memory-feelings; here particularly they are of an unexepected strongly enveloping happiness. Not a flood of memories being realised or a specific feeling that is stimulated by the present circumstance, but feelings that are familiarly associated with this stimulus. I think.

I'm not used to being happy, so I describe it thus.