Music can be so personal. There are songs I wish to share with my friends. I'll hear a lyric, a line, an interlude and be reminded of them. Sometimes I'll remember the ones I haven't talked to in years. A song reminding me of the splotch left behind a now distant relationship. Sometimes I have to scream at the top of my lungs a lyric that's been nesting itself in my heart, and a few seconds later I'll be in tears.
During a long car ride on my recent vacation. My friend and I spoke about albums that we associate heavily with a time in our adult lives. He mentioned how "We Cool?" by Jeff Rosenstock felt like the only thing keeping him together when he first moved to Georgia. How the song "You in weird cities" reminded him about his friends back home and how much he missed us. Funny enough, our first exposure to Jeff was listening to that album in a car together. I bought it at a local record store, and we played the CD in his car and were just blown away with was we just got ourselves into. I think a year later, "WORRY" came out, and we listened to that in the kitchen, and it changed our fucking lives.
