Memory girl

Today I'm experiencing a bit of Warren Zanes nostalgia. Not for the days when we worked together, but rather for the days before we worked together, before I knew him and I was simply a fan of his brilliant and beautiful Memory Girls. (Which is not to say that working with him was an unpleasant experience; to the contrary, he is smart and interesting and funny and nearly everything one needs in a co-worker. Well, what most people need: I was spoiled with an exceptionally phenomenal office-mate for several years. But anyway.)

Memory Girls reminds me of a very distinct time in my life, a time when lyrics like... "Maybe we can / remember all the things we planned when we began / And when the words come / let's clear the strip and let 'em land while we still can" ...described perfectly every crappy and joyous thing that I was feeling. And every lover of music worth his or her salt knows that emotional connection, and the way in which it can elevate already excellent tuneage to a much more rarefied place. I also feel this way about Sloan's Pretty Together, Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes (among many others).

Maybe it's the changing seasons, maybe it's the chill in the air, maybe it's my impending 32nd birthday, but today I'm just feeling...wistful. Yearny. Full of memories for a time just a few short years ago that was somehow simpler. Which is ridiculous, because I am still very young and, really, not much has changed. And life is good. But still.

I have a copy of Warren's newest CD, People That I'm Wrong For, but I haven't spent as much time with it as I should. Thus, my assignment tonight is to give that another listen or two before Wednesday's powerhouse 9:00 p.m. hour of TV watching (Lost; The Biggest Loser).