Stephen Mejias

Though earlier in the day I had entertained ideas of soaring through the cold night, piercing hearts from here to Williamsburg and back, when it came time to make my move, I could only sit there, alone, still and quiet and entirely comfortable on my warm, orange couch.

Instead of taking the train out to Brooklyn for Lights' special Valentine's Day show, I kept still inside my old, crooked apartment and listened to many, many records. It felt fine. It felt good.

Here's what I listened to.