What with Swimmer exiting the premises for parts exurban, I'm wallowing around in my remnants, many of which were tucked away in other places, like the attic suite. The library is now in the process of being shifted back downstairs, to the corner room with the French doors out on to the outdoor balcony.
This process is fraught with potential nostalgia overload, as items not handled, nor even seen, for more than a decade, are now surfacing. Sometimes the grief kicks in and I lose composure.
So, I started picking through my CD collection (which is clustered around the 'entertainment center' in the dining room) and gave myself the task of trying to select the five CD from my collection which best represent my life, as seen through the lense of my present life.
To be honest, I couldn't trim it to five, but the five I have on right now are a powerful set of nostalgia generators....
1. Fairport Convention, Liege & Lief 2. Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Deja Vu 3. Alison Krause, Now That I've Found You 4. Jackson Browne, The Pretender 5. Beatles, Abbey Road
Sandy Denny was a particularly strong flashback for me.
I love Tam Lin! I heard it as a teen and spent years trying to track it down (succeeded finally).
Liege and Lief has an intensive collection which includes the likes of 'Matty Groves', 'The Deserter', 'Farewell, Farewell', 'Come All Ye', and 'Crazy Man Michael' as well...all blazing classics in folk rock. I, of course, could hear the non-existant bagpipes swirling in the background. I think they are awesome and Sandy had an exquisite voice to do them all. RIP, Sandy.
'Crazy Man Michael' made more sense to me after I lost Ivy.
I know our house and when you say nothing at all at least. The other two I'd have to look up on youtube. I've had a rather extensive musical education as a kid since my father loves music from the 60s up to the 90s, including some obscurer bands, but I'm just horrible at names.
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