Music has always been very important to me. When I think back on key moments and people in my life, I almost always associate them with whatever music I was listening to at the time, or whatever music they were listening to at the time. I do this with music more than anything else in my life: music is the logic by which I organize my memories and experiences, I guess. I know that there are people who don’t give a crap about music, which is unfathomable to me. I listen to music at almost every available opportunity.

I guess what I’m saying is: who wants to start a band?

Even more: here is the playlist of my life.

This song reminds me of my mother.

This song reminds me of my father.

This song reminds me of my brother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This song reminds me of spending 4th grade recess with my friend Katrina.

This song reminds me of spending 5th grade recess by myself.

This song reminds me of July.

This song reminds me of grad school (the first time).

This song reminds me of my childhood.

This song reminds me of leaving Chicago.

This song reminds me of two of my best friends in my college years, neither of whom know each other.

This song reminds me of a nightmare I had once.

This song reminds me of Savannah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This song reminds me of the worst break-up I’ve ever been through.

This song reminds me of my friend John and a talent show we both performed in.

This song reminds me of Boston.

This song reminds me of my senior year of high school.

This song reminds me of road trips, sitting in the backseat, listening to my Walkman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This song reminds me of someone I love(d).

This song reminds me of someone I didn’t.

This song reminds me of them both.

This song reminds me of you: