Three Albums

The other day, on a long bus ride, I was thinking a lot about albums that say something about my past, present and future. At this point in my life, these three albums are my favorite of all time.  

1. Weezer Blue Album (reminds me of 2006)

When I was in middle school, my Godparents son (god-brother?) was in high school.  He was soooooo cooooool. And he loved Weezer.  We would drive down to his house in Chicago from Milwaukee at least once a month, and eventually I asked him to burn me this CD.  Listening to it in my CD player on the drives to and fro became regular. And, also, what a perfect, classic album.

2.  Merriweather Post Pavilion (reminds me of 2009)

The first time I ever heard "Summertime Clothes" was also the first time my boyfriend-y like guy (whatever) showed any PDA.  He held my hand in the backseat of a car full of our friends as we drove to a nearby park on Lake Michigan to get high. This whole album reminds me of that period of time spent with him.  I remember packing for camp listening to this album on repeat and wondering what life would be like without him when he went to college and I stayed in high school. Then I went to camp, where no ipods or personal music devices were allowed, and of course whenever we could listen to music I would try to sneak this album on and everyone would give me weird looks and skip the track. I listened to "Brother Sport" in the shower when I found I had gotten off the Waitlist of my first choice college. The combination of happiness, nakedness, wetness, and AnCo was amazing.  I know it’s cliche but I have such an emotional attachment to this album.

3. Fleet Foxes Helpless Blues (reminds me of 2011)

I listened to this album on repeat in the horse barn this past summer at camp.  Being alone, and completely exhausted, in a 100 year old barn with 6 horses, listening to this album, wow.  The small of hay, and sweat, the look of tanned skin and feel of tanned leather. The calm sense of this album helped me deal with all the emotional stuff that went down this summer.  I remember running on a remote Michigan road to this album. And falling off horses but having the pain and happiness of life be more overwhelming than any injury, feeling more internally than externally. I would often decompress by singing Blue Spotted Tail to my horses as I fed them dinner.  I love this album.