This is short and sweet, as I really never considered writing this until February 29th, 2016 while I was doing as Facebook told me and “celebrating the leap day.” Unfortunately, my measly mental festivities took a sudden turn when I started seeing tour posters and teary-eyed messages about the break up of one of the most widely enjoyed bands I have yet to hear of.
At first when I got news of the break up of the Boston emo band, I didn’t think much past “Nothing Lasts Forever,” a clever and then over-used pun. But once I got in my car and started listening to “Rest to Get Better,” I realized this band snuck it’s way into meaning a lot to me, something I think it’s done to and for a lot of people.
So, I want to thank Transit for a bunch of things, starting with giving me a song to perfectly explain to people how I felt about my short time living in Boston with “Young New England.” I never heard of the band before I saw this song title taped on the wall of one of my friend’s Boston University dorm. I listened and at first it was just a good song, but once I lived in Boston for a little while I realized how accurate “Young New England” was, and frankly, I should have taken that as a warning. But, I stuck out another two semesters listening to YNE every single time I felt low, angry, stuck, upset, etc. It was on a constant loop at some point. So, for that, Transit deserves some major credit.
I want to thank Transit for giving me a perfect soundtrack to drive down the Jersey Turnpike with the person who became my best friend, and incidentally was the girl who had “Young New England” taped to her wall. On our first Spring Break as college students, we drove down to Baltimore with a killer playlist that touted none other than “Nothing Left to Lose,” and “Saturday Sunday,” along with “Young New England.” These songs are popular for a reason, and that’s because they’re so positive and relatable, and that’s exactly what you need when you’re finally free some the shackles of the winter and an off-white cinderblock box with one window.
I would also like to thank Transit for “Summer Dust,” a song that I listened to non-stop that summer. It was not only the perfect windows-down summer song, but it also played to the heart break and betrayal I was feeling. Except, instead of dwelling on it like most emo/punk songs do, Transit reminded me to “let it go” and “move on,” which is exactly what I needed.
So, thank you for teaching me to let go, reminding me everything is going to be all right, and giving me something positive to get through some of my darkest days.
Finally, thank you Transit for being there for the most recent pivotal moments of my life. Thank you for sneaking into my heart, and despite you breaking it off as a band, I know Transit will always be there when I think about road trips, the Jersey Shore, the corner of Tremont and Boylston, or anyone of the friends I’ve made over the past 2 years.
I know that “Nothing Lasts Forever,” but the impact Transit has made on my life will.
Thank you, Transit, for everything. *light breaking of a bottle*