From mid-April: What was stuck in my head as I make that first latte:
- Hold Me My Daddy, XTC ("Hold me tight, hold me, like you was the baby...")
- Your Mother Should Know, The Beatles ("Let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born, though she was born a long long time ago... Your mother should know, oooooh-oooh, your mother should know.")
- These Days, Nico ("These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do...")
- River Man, Nick Drake (actually, I looked up the lyrics and I had them all wrong. Nick Drake is like that.)
- Hard Day, OMD ("When I walk I walk I walk all the time. I talk I talk about nothing at all. See I say it's hard to explain what I mean, to say... it's been a hard hard day, in my life. It's been such a hard day, for me.")
Late May: The Magnetic Fields are on Spotify, and I have just listed to The Wayward Bus for the first time in probably a decade. First: I hope it reprograms the interior soundtrack, which, thank God, has gotten a little less ominously Freudian lately. Second: this album maybe contructed what nostalgia is for me---gave it its passive-aggressive coloration, showed me how to revel in the stories of the flaws of the people in my early life.