I posted a picture on Twitter and Facebook of something I had written to friends the other day, but I felt like I should post a little something here and flesh out what I was saying a bit more.
Growing up is weird, and time is a funny thing. Yesterday I spent some time looking through the lists of favorite albums since I started this here little blog in 2011 and was struck by just how much the albums from previous years have stuck with me and been consistently important to me since first hearing them. Granted, they were important because they had to be, because I needed those songs and those albums at that time more than even I knew, because those songs played in the foreground and background through the heartbreak and uncertainty and rebuilding and new life, because those songs were my life. The thing about albums like Typhoon’s White Lighter and Night Beds’ Country Sleep and so many of those albums I loved from 2011-2014 is that they sounded important and vital to me from day one because they had to. Where I was in life took those albums from being ‘great’ to being ‘vital,’ and that’s why they still matter and still bring back memories any time something from them comes on.
Conversely, I realized that last year didn’t have really any albums that stuck to me like those previous ones did. I loved some albums released last year, of course, but I didn’t need music in general last year like I have for so much of my adult life. It was a weird realization, especially for someone who always has music on and around. The more I thought about it, though, the more it made sense. My last year hasn’t been filled with the need to escape or the strife or drastic change that had defined so much of my adulthood. I wasn’t living somewhere that my friends weren’t or having my heart smashed or trying to put my life back together or moving away from my family or settling into a new life. I was living a happy life in a happy house with a woman I loved, hosting my family regularly and seeing friends I love regularly and working at a job that wasn’t soulcrushing on a daily basis. Music was around, but I wasn’t searching out new stuff to add to my story or help me understand it better because life was, and remains, good to its core.