Going back to my ghost town...

Youngstown is on my mind...so I made a mix for it. Because that is how much I love and miss it.
Coming to England has kind of taught me that I'm so attracted to the darkness, to the ghosts of the past, and how badly I want to crawl inside of it. I've never felt more at home ever than those nights I would walk the dead streets of Youngstown.

Even walking through Wick Park at night.

But there isn't just death in Youngstown...there is resurrection. You can feel it under your feet. Sometimes when you sit on a park bench downtown when the street lights are shining down...you can see the shadows of what was. The beauty of the past. The hope for the future. You're sitting in between two planes. It is an experience I've never felt anywhere. Not in Leeds, not in Meadville, not in Manchester, not in Andover, not in Washington.    

There is more to a place than its history...and Youngstown has that.

Decay mixed with rebirth.
Waking up and dying at the same time.

I was born half alive in the hospital there.
There is some soul connection I have to Youngstown.
We're both learning to live.

But can one really live their life only loving a city?
I hope not, but until I can find someone who can understand me like this city can...then I guess it'll have to do.

The sad part is that I know it is just a stopover, Youngstown won't be where I die.
But until I can breathe again, it is where I'll be.

---> The Youngstown Mix <---

Probably the longest mix I've ever made.
It kills me. I love it.

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A picture of a statue that I want to see someday.