July Stuff
Feeling gentle in the summer heat on this day (July 8 2024 to be exact), the mind wanders back on the records (pick your format, I ain't no snob) one has grown up with. Y'know, the ones that still mean a lot and get headspace and interrogations on a somewhat decent regular basis. For me, it's maybe a matter of reaching a point in your life where there's more road behind than ahead, and you just get nostalgic, maybe even just plain wistful. I mean, for me it's such a private thing and alternately very universal, the feeling you get from songs or albums that for whatever reason, have managed to stand the test of time (for me). The reasons are myriad and draped in memories, but also can erase the passage of time and space. It's conflicting and hard to explain, as is plainly obvious by this wandering paragraph. Time and place effect my take on all this, and let me say that most music I used to listen to has not stood the test of time that well. That's no slur on