It's been months since most of the photos and memories were boxed and put away. The few lingering snapshots are unobtrusive, out of direct line-of-sight. With Andrew's help I rearranged furniture over the weekend, making space for a potential roommate. Things feel different, even though I haven't changed my location. Still, I find myself spending some part of every day thinking about how to reclaim things as mine.
Recently a conversation spurred the idea of intensity; in response, I listened to Melissa Ferrick's live album on repeat. I was obsessed with this album in the summer of 2001... in the beginning... And now, hearing the songs again, I realized that I reconnect with the music in a new way. I am far removed from that girl of 21. Or perhaps, I respond similarly; but with altered eyes, reflecting the adventures of the last 7 years. Then today, XPN played three Counting Crows songs from "August and Everything After..." I remember when this album came out- I was 13. I bought it on cassette. I know all the words, to all the songs. And they still, still, resonate for me. Hard to believe I've had 15 years of reacting to this music under an infinite number of contexts.
So while thinking about how some music evolves for us, while thinking about "moving" into my house for the second time, I stumbled across Carrie B's latest post about what else? Moving on and music. She says,
the albums we've come to take for granted can leave fresh marks upon us; they can override nostalgia and sentimentality; they can overtake a moment, permeate and flood. It's good to know, beyond mere mental recognition or a historical acknowledgement, that certain music can and does turn you inside out...Here I am in a new moment, ready to rediscover and override. Ready for something to make fresh marks on me.
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