I did well in college, but had a terrible transition to full-fledged adulthood. There were so many missteps in the years after college; bad job choices, bad “boy” (and “bad boy”) choices, bad substance intake choices, bad mental health in general. This album, “Being There” hit me just right during that time, and this song probably best captures the sturm und drang of that period. At the time, I worked for Whole Foods and was house-sitting for a coworker. I could walk to his house from work, which was much better than the hour train ride it usually took me to get home. One night after work, I had yet another crappy encounter with one of my not-good boy choices, walked home in the Cambridge darkness, ranting all the way, and blew in the house full of fury. Slamming this into the CD player helped, but not as much as moving across town–which I would do later that month–or moving across the country, which wouldn’t happen for a few years, but was on the horizon.
Where I match a song to a specific memory.