In 1999, shit wasn't great for me personally, and I remember three albums that I played a lot that kind of helped me through it, all by women... Aimee Mann's soundtrack to Magnolia, Macy Gray's debut, and this album.
It is hard to go back to those albums sometimes, as they conjure so vividly some feelings I haven't had in nearly 25 years.
Still, the albums are so good, they must be revisited. This is so beautiful, in a lulling way, a sort of sadness.
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