Commenter ‘Amy’ posed an interesting question in the Peter Gabriel thread: Should we constantly seek new music or be content with the music we already love? After all, there aren’t enough hours in the day, week or year to listen to all the music we’ve accumulated over our lifetimes, so why make it even harder by adding more to the pile?
It’s an interesting question… should we be faithful to our first loves? I say hell no!
Here’s another song that filled out the soundtrack of our lives in the summer of ’92. I remember listening to this while driving in my mom’s Miata, top down under the stars. It’s a really good nighttime song… especially on a very still night with nobody around for miles.
If I had to pick just one song I most connect to the salad days, it would be this one.
I have many opinions about the Indigo Girls… that all their songs sound alike, that I hate what they did to Dire Straits’ ‘Romeo & Juliet,’ that their self-titled album is pretty much perfect from start to finish.
Ron Sexsmith is either incredibly consistent or maddeningly inflexible — perhaps both.
Over nine studio albums, he has danced with the girl that brung him, rarely straying from his signature McCartney-esque singer-songwriter blend of folk and pop. And by rarely, I mean never. If you listened to his albums at random, you’d have a hard time putting them in chronological order. Sure, his vocals have gotten stronger and his production a little more crisp, but only by the smallest degrees. His idea of a bold stylistic departure is hiring a horn section to back him up on a few tracks.
Yesterday’s post might give the impression that music hasn’t played an important role in my relationship with my wife. That’s far from the case. So I’m dedicating the next five days to songs that are inexorably tied to our courtship.
Toad the Wet Sprocket’s Fear came out a year before I met Alex, but I’ll forever associate it with the summer of ’92.
