Palomar Sky Survey "the nightlife"

This cd is really hard to write about but seems weird to avoid it.  It's existence is rife with personal stories and experiences. #palomarskysurvey was an indie rock band I played in from 1998-2002ish.  We released a 7", were featured on a comp cd and released this full length.  I spent a lot of time with those girls in the rehearsal room, in the tour van, in the recording studio, at amy's place diner and sloppily drunk at the mohawk place.  Relistening to this cd for the first time in years triggers so many memories it's overwhelming.  I'm also surprised at how those memories are almost entirely positive.  Usually with these endeavours there is all kinds of negative stories and experiences.  I really don't remember too many bad times (maybe because those bad times were usually triggered by me being drunk and therefore have limited recall).  We were pretty singular in purpose, writing sappy sad pop songs in a smarmy arty indie rock way.  We really liked what we were doing.  Some of these songs have aged well to me but really I can't listen to anything on here objectively.  I often wonder what it sounds like to someone removed from it.  One of my favorite people in the world recorded this for us.  I brought it up to him recently at a hockey game. I told him I had revisited the disc and he remarked that he remembers it being cool though admittingly he couldn't really remember it.  It's novel to me that this disc was at the center of my universe at one point. It was my crowning achievement.   Now it's in a mental "where are they now?" bin.  There was a while after we broke up where I was embarassed of my vocals on the album.  They're pretty bad and I'm not sure even now why the girls encouraged me then.  Listening to them now I'm not embarassed.  It's a time capsule of my state of mind at the time: mopey and faux poetic (though cringe worthy in their off-key mimic of vocalists I wished I was).  I'm not ready to play this stuff for my kids.  I know they won't like it and that'll sting.  Man though... those were salad days.