Good afternoon, my lovelies. Today’s post is inspired by a recent bus trip on which I cranked up my music to drown out the horrible sound of bus windshield wipers. I switched to an old album, one that I once loved so much that I completely wore it out and rendered myself unable to listen to it for years. This album now inspires feelings of nostalgia and introspection and is kind of the musical equivalent of tomato soup and grilled cheese.
This album is Barenaked Ladies’ Gordon. (No judging!) I’m willing to bet that just about everyone has an album, if not several, that are like this. Once in a while, you turn it on and are transported back to whatever time it was that you loved it the most. And you’re left with a not-entirely-unpleasant wistful feeling when you’re done.
Or is it just me?