But one idea, as is the norm, keeps on cropping up. Bright Eyes.
I only got into Bright Eyes last year. They were recommended to me by a good friend. He told me Bright Eyes is music you have to share. Good for fucked up people. Maybe I should have took that as an insult, but I was fucked up then. And Bright Eyes is Chicken Soup for fucked up people.
The first person I tried to share Bright Eyes with didn't understand it. And I was discouraged. Maybe it's time to try it again. Or maybe Bright Eyes has just become too personal. But I think people at Lit Club could really appreciate it. Or a couple in particular, at least.