Exactly four months to the day I found myself listening to Everything All The Time and having a moment. I wasn't aware that it was exactly four months ago until I referenced that blog post, but it seems appropriate. I like going back to albums like this, where that obsessive listen is a clear memory in your head. The apartment was different. My hair wasn't the same. I could smoke inside. Life and time were drastically separate. And yet I listened to it now, with that same intensity and incredibly closeness as I felt that night.
Four months ago I thought I was going through some sort of pre-quarter life crisis which at the time seemed justified. I don't know. But I do know this album calmed me.
And I still find it.
Oh.
So.
Beautiful.
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