The first CD I ever purchased was bought in Michigan. There was a Tower Records across the street from campus and some interesting, strange, ethereal music was playing in the store while I was browsing. My head was in another place as the combination of sounds and sight — wandering through aisles of talent and stardom, even the smell of printed album sleeves — was slightly intoxicating. The vibe was good, the day was lazy. I love music stores.
“What am I hearing?” I asked one of the associates. He checked, and they were playing an album called “Everest” by Off and Gone.
I bought it, played it in my off-campus apartment that summer as well as my dorm that fall, but I couldn’t get that inspired feeling again.
Do you ever try to recreate an emotional state — a day or a time in your life — and fail…
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