A little over a month ago, I left the Anaheim Marriott to walk to the car rental place where I’d be picking up a vehicle to take us back to LAX after my first ever romance convention (and my kiddo’s first trip to Disneyland).
There was a significant weird period of my life around 1997 where the Counting Crows soundtracked a fundamental shift in everything. Just reading this, I could hear those songs in my head. I've never been able to memorize poetry or math formulas but you know I bet I could sign that album from first to last without stopping. It's like a ghost. I've always felt a little weird for it, and I've honestly never encountered anyone else who felt kinda haunted by this too. Internet fistbump of understanding.
There was a significant weird period of my life around 1997 where the Counting Crows soundtracked a fundamental shift in everything. Just reading this, I could hear those songs in my head. I've never been able to memorize poetry or math formulas but you know I bet I could sign that album from first to last without stopping. It's like a ghost. I've always felt a little weird for it, and I've honestly never encountered anyone else who felt kinda haunted by this too. Internet fistbump of understanding.