Settled into my two-bedroom apartment, I was living alone for the first time ever. So many tunes have stolen up behind me and kissed my ear seductively at various times in my life.īut none of those songs, or any of the countless others that I’ve stumbled across, burrowed their way into my brain and my heart and my soul as deeply as the melancholy ode to love lost that was pulled from the Universal Consciousness by the unheralded British band.Īs 1993 got going, I was in a pretty decent place. As I detailed in an earlier essay, a chance excursion to a Bay Area music festival brought the genius of The Orange Peels (and my friend Paul) into my world. I was hypnotized by the haunting timbre of Andrea Vaughn's voice when I discovered New York indie poppers My Favorite on a CMJ sampler.
#LEND ME YOUR EARS DRAWING MOD#
I remember being stopped in my tracks at the sorely-missed record store Mod Lang in Berkeley, when I heard the kick-ass power chords of Silver Sun erupting from the speakers. I will never be able to forget them.Īnd that same punch-to-the-gut surprise has happened to me with music, too. And why would I want to? Those unexpected events brought untold happiness and awesomeness and love to my little life. Each one of those occurrences threw me for a loop that, in some cases, I've never recovered from. I bring up those examples because I've been lucky enough to experience all three. Or when you step over the threshold during an impromptu open house visit, and you get the strong impression that you've lived there forever.
Or when you're just browsing at the umpteenth dealership, and you slide behind the wheel of the perfect car. I’m talking about that soul-deep sensation that takes hold of you when you look across the room and find yourself locking eyes with the person you instantly recognize as The Love Of Your Life.
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