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It's almost always about journeys for me. Albums I listened to on journeys and remembering where I was at at that particular point in my life.
A couple of examples:
First Stone Roses album: minibus journey to Kathmandu at night. Can't really do this one justice without sounding like a terrible cliche. Suffice to say that although there was a sense of wonder and adventure, I was also horribly homesick and exhausted and not sure I'd ever see dear old Blighty again. Unforgettable, really.
Tindersticks, Curtains: Oxford to Edinburgh and back by train in the space of 48 hours. Sleep-deprived on the way up, sleep-deprived and horribly hungover on the way back. At the time I had too much money, was just starting to become self-confident, still felt fairly angsty and shouldn't have been listening to an album that made me secretly find alcoholism glamorous. Ah well.
RZA's Birth Of A Prince will always remind me of a) being on a bus crossing Battersea Bridge on the way to see my brother just under a year ago, and b) Jack the Bodiless' Halloween party around the same time. Yeah, if you want music to be associated with one time, take pills and listen to it, that'll do it... |
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