All of it will make up his musical inventory through at least the first few years of his life. He might love every track, but I am not determined to make it so. Its simply a collection of songs that he should know exist ...]
Essentially, this song begat Enzo 1/3 of his lifetime moniker. Melissa and I pored over volumes of choices for our son's middle name -- it being his only escape vessel from any potential need to cut bonds with his first name. I mean, you never know what history dictates for a man inoffensively named Adolph before the great wars, or for a human named Borat, who was indiscriminately probably a fine child until about 2004. I bet Sandusky, OH wishes they'd had an emergency policy in the town charter.
Sure, Office Space taught us: "Why should I change it? He's the one who sucks." And while its a good lesson in fortitude, its always nice to have a back up plan.
Therefore, one night, our 2/3rds-named and two-weeks-late unborn child sat in his momma's tummy and agreed to be called Augustine as this song played on shuffle. 11,000 songs, and at the height of "we need to settle on a middle name", St. Augustine serenaded a family.
Enzo Augustine* then decided the next day, that it was no longer imperative to sit around waiting for himself to be named.
*Later, we discovered two other fascinating parallels with the name Augustine -- apart from the fact that Band of Horses is the band that my wife and I share as our common denominator: 1) Augustine is the Latin interpretation of the name "Austin", his birthplace, and 2) Augustine, in fact, is the Patron Saint of Brewers.
Boom.
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