The new Constantines album leaked today, almost three months early. It’s a lot less Springsteen and a lot more Heartbreakers. That’s not good, I think, but it makes a much better soundtrack for what I’m feeling right now: regret. It’s supposed to be apropos to mention in passing that you live life without regrets whenever the subject comes up, but that self-reinforcing way of remembering holds no bearing on present tenses. Years from now, I hope we will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers—here’s to goodbyes before hellos. #