Music Is a Time Machine
I listened to parts of two different albums tonight.
When I first listened to each album, my life couldn’t have been more different, emotionally. The albums were released only a few years apart, but one came during a happier time and another came during a dark descent.
Listening to each one, tonight, brought back places, names and faces.
Funny, the places one can travel, just by picking an album out of a list.