When I was 17 and 18, I listened to a lot of Anna Nalick's "Wreck of the Day," Howie Day's "Stop All the World Now," and Missy Higgins's "The Sound of White" when I was upset. And a lot of Bruce, except now I mostly associate Bruce with being 18 and in love in the summer time at the beach, so that doesn't really count any more.
When I was 19 and 20, I listened to a lot of Mandy Moore's "Wild Hope," and I am so not ashamed of that. It was like...my barely-post-adolescent break-up album. Hahahahahaha. I was also really into John Mayer and Ingrid Michaelson. And Chris Ayer saved my life sophomore year, I think. Love him always.
Around then, most of that got replaced pretty quickly by M. Ward and Wilco. And since then, I'll usually just listen to whatever's tickling my fancy at the time. But some days, I get into weird moods where the only thing that satisfies me is this music that used to comfort me at very specific times in my life. I'm always surprised by how quickly it makes me feel better. It makes me wonder though: will I still be doing this 5, 10 years from now? Turning to this music that comforted me as a teenager? Part of me is like, "OH GOD I hope not." But part of me hopes I still do this - part of me never wants to fall out of love with anything, even if it's just music.
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