Music is memory. How many of your favorite songs bring back a specific event, most often what you were doing when you first heard it? I will never hear Supertramp’s Logical Song without thinking about it pouring from countless AM radios tuned to WSL at Tower Hill on Lake Michigan. Or the Grateful Dead’s Help/Slip/Franklin without a memory of my Alumni Hall dorm room at Notre Dame, thinking that this is a good band!
Band of Horses is Austin, Tx. It’s a music town, and the band’s country pop fits right into that Tejas college town groove. Jangly songs filled with busted and rekindled love, dry throats and moist eyes.
Laredo is the second song tonight. The recollections rush in unbridled. Sawdust on the floor at an Austin bar. Pabst Blue Ribbon. Was that already a year ago?
Music is memory.
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