The music I treasure the most are the songs that remind me of the states of mind that I have passed through on my journey to here. I listen to The Descendants and I'm a 15 year old kid, skating around the streets of Irvine and thinking there was nothing greater in life than nosesliding the entire length of the curb in front of my friend Patrick's house. A couple of chords into any song by Vale, and I'm 20 driving aimlessly through Newport Beach at 3am being angsty and emotionally lost. Play Spasmolytic by Skinny Puppy, and I'm 21 again, on my third day of an LSD/extacy binge, sribbling in a notebook and trying to express the beauty and horror of the things I find in my own mind.
There is a long expanse of emptiness in my life between the ages of 23 and 32 that no song has been able to touch.
Tool came close, though, with H. It feels like every time I've left the hospital. The week that follows, as my bod slowly weens itself off the pain meds, and tries to make sense of what has just happened - that's where it takes me.
A lot of music I can do without, but the songs that trigger those memories of places and times in my life, good and bad, I'm always going to hold on to.
There is a long expanse of emptiness in my life between the ages of 23 and 32 that no song has been able to touch.
Tool came close, though, with H. It feels like every time I've left the hospital. The week that follows, as my bod slowly weens itself off the pain meds, and tries to make sense of what has just happened - that's where it takes me.
A lot of music I can do without, but the songs that trigger those memories of places and times in my life, good and bad, I'm always going to hold on to.