Isn't that the greatest thing? When it comes to music, you just don't ever have to "get over it". You don't have to move on, you don't have to pretend like you've matured beyond the beauty or the meaning or the things it taught you to feel.
There is something powerful and steady about the presence of beloved albums in my life. They are powerful because they have simply stuck around. Like James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James" or Billy Joel's "Glass houses" or Taylor Swift's "Red" or Ray LaMontagne's "Gossip in the Grain" or Coldplay's "Viva la Vida" or Death Cab's "Transatlanticism" or Phil Collin's "Love Letters" or Nickel Creek's "Why Should the Fire Die?" or The Shin's "Chutes too Narrow" or Lord Huron's "Lonesome Dreams" or Sufjan Steven's "Seven Swans"... there is never a reason for the music you love to be a thing of the past. Crushes come and go, but music - music is for keeps. I love that.
I was thinking of this today because I listened to "Pure Heroine" by Lorde straight through two times in a row, and I have to say - I'm just not over that album yet. It is so stinkin' good. I somehow completely understand the way she describes growing up as the most fake and also most real experience a person can have.
So here's to never never leaving behind the records we love, to clinging with desperate, affectionate fingers to all the songs that meant something to us once, to refusing to get over the sounds that made us and make us. Here's to music being OURS and to being something we never have to get over.
(ps. I'm extra fond of Buzzcut Season from "Pure Heronie")
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