For once, our five family members are all together, traversing the piney, beachy, slab-rocky, beautifully lush coast of Maine. We have an awesome white pine mansion-cabin in the woods by a lake in Belgrade, and yesterday we got to stand next to the 20-foot rubber boot in front of L.L. Bean. It’s one of those fleeting, magical summer vacations that seems infinite when it’s happening but like a flash from someone else’s life once your sister goes back to LA and you find yourself brushing snow off your car. Geographer has been there through all of this, crooning lambent songs of bittersweetness as we put miles on the road. The lyrics from “Life of Crime” fit the salty coastal air and fleeting, warm freedom so well. I love them. You know when you hear a band and just feel like they have always been a part of you? Geographer is like that. This song, “Night Winds” and “Kites” all compete for first place.