Portishead's Wandering Star playing on my computer returned me to my first boy-boy makeout session ever, about 12 years ago in New Haven CT. I remember the nauseous tickling feeling of excitement in my stomach. I remember walking through blinding white snow lined streets back to his dorm the next day, and making out some more. 12 years is a long time, but not really that long a time. Wandering Star is a pretty depressing song to associate with first love.