The longer I live, the easier it is to spend time in reverie.

Apple Music hit me with a deep cut from Human League’s Dare album tonight. It was a favorite album and I’m really struck how simple and spare synth pop was, compared to what we can do with production, now.

I probably got the cassette in those days from the Columbia Record and Tape Club. My parents signed up and my middle brother and I took turns making a selection every other month.

Even if every album wasn’t dear, it was the music I had. My tiny collection was well-worn and significant parts couldn’t help but make it into permanent memory through shear repetition.

My collection of music has grown substantially over decades and it honestly pains me that I don’t have the same familiarity with albums that I once did, though rediscovery is a pleasant thing that happens often.

Music is probably my most mood-altering habit.