It’s so weird. Music. Bringing all the emotions back from a certain place and time. Think of a song that means a lot to you, I know you remember when and where you were when you first heard it, or even a certain time that was special, a person with whom you were listening to it, or a place that felt like home.
There are a few certain bands I stuck to on my first trip out west, and I know what state I was in when I was listening to them most, and I can even picture in my head so perfectly clearly, the coastline in Santa Monica when I hear Stages and Stereos. I can see the mountainside in eastern Washington when I think of Lights’ acoustic album. The hills and landscape of New Mexico when I hear October Fall.
It’s weird, man. Weird but beautiful. Music is a crazy thing.
Keep dreaming upside down.
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