Yesterday, apart from being the day before a night of flesh-searing wind gusts, was unusual because I got to drive both to and from work All By Myself. Aside from route changes, and a lack of chatting in the car, this meant that I was Fully In Charge Of Vehicular Audio Entertainment. So of course, I did what anyone in my position would do: I broke out the showtunes, and listened (and sang along) to Rent in its entirety (well, I skipped a couple tracks) on my drive in!
I am guilty of committing a Rob Gordon when asked what my favourite band is — I’m so quick to start throwing out contingent top 5s, most people have no idea what question I’m answering. In spite of that, however, I have no trouble at all when someone asks for my favourite CD.
No matter how my moods and tastes drift over the years, there is one album that I can listen to on any day, at any time, and settle into a comfortable, happy groove, like slipping on flannel pjs. That album? Weezer’s blue album.
Everyone knows the incredible emotional power of music; the way a song you haven’t heard in ages can just pull you back into a memory you’d completely forgotten about in a second.
For me, though, that had never really happened, except with Weezer. Sure, songs will remind me of places, people, times, things, but I was never completely drawn back into a mental state by any songs I knew, unless they were on that album.
Knowing this, it came as a shock when, driving home yesterday, I got firmly yanked by the belly button back to highschool by slipping Veruca Salt’s Eight Arms to Hold You into the CD player. That was definitely my favourite album by the band, and although there are a couple tracks that I’d list up there as favourites (Benjamin being the first on that list), none of them can ever really compete with the much-radio-loved Volcano Girls.
Veruca Salt was always too high for me to sing along to, so I mostly just nodded along (blatant lie), but it was weird to be driving home, head in two totally different places, watching the freeway walls blur by and seeing my highschool friends around me.
It’s strange because I don’t really remember what I felt like in general (I would guess happy?), but I do remember how I felt when I listened to that song: exactly the way I do now.
It’s nice to know some things did make an impression on me.