Monday, August 25, 2008

Talking Heads: 77

This will probably remain one of my favorite albums even when I'm an old, old man. It has such a pure, clean sound, and makes me feel young every time I hear it. My LP was in a milk crate for the longest time, and the sun shone on it through a window when I was in college, and faded a grid pattern of the milk crate onto the pure orange of the cover. Somehow, this makes it more special for me -- the milk crate is gone, but its image remains. It's kind of like the album and I grew up together, and have some of the same memories.

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