I have a fantasy. Someday, a few years from now, I will move to a New England town. The kind of town that only exists in the imagination of writers, small, quiet, and secluded yet teeming with culture and bustle to rival any big city. I will live a peaceful life there, in an ancient home on a hill just outside town or perhaps in a studio apartment above a café. Brisk mornings spent jogging with Down to Nothing and Cold World blasting in my ears, days spent writing sponsored content for Instagram and reading, or whatever the modern man-about-town is expected to do. Title Fight provides the soundtrack to this fantasy. I imagine on chilly fall evenings when the sky darkens early and a gentle drizzle tinkles upon the copper roof this is the song that plays.
Scuffletown 