I don't know how to explain that I feel younger now in my 50s in many ways than I did in my 20s. I think it is exhausting to be young is part of it. You're so consumed with being something that you likely won't reach. Even our most successful people often feel they didn't quite make it. It is a weird, modern, "American Dream" thing that is so neglectful to a healthy view of the way of life... and you get where I am coming from... I don't need to go on.
A lot of angst in the 1990s for people of our age. And that old part? Counting Crows, Dave Matthews Band, The Wallflowers... all fit into my collection, not prominently, but were there. And even now, this album haunts me. One, because it is really good. But, two, because since listening to it months ago, I have woke up with different songs from this album in my mind. It has been in my dreams.
And that goes back to 1993. "Perfect Blue Buildings" is imprinted on my brain from a lucid walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Making a circle with my finger on the paint of an ordinary apartment hallway, extremely aware of being in the ether that only exists in that half sleep state.
At any rate, still a great album, and would totally own it on vinyl.
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