Just hearing the phrase "Morning View" sends my heart aflutter.
Right away, I don't attach the name to the physical product it represents.
Instead, I picture time. This magic that I cannot taint, but only depict as I see.
Really, sometimes I think this era only exists in my head---like the record was released but everything I associate it with is just false.
Then again, I do know there's no such thing as false perfection.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I see Morning View as a timeless motion picture: a display of a band I'll never forsake, an album I'll never stop singing along to, and a time I'll always cherish.
Thank you, Incubus
Happy Birthday, Morning View