Finally sat down to give American Beauty a focused listen this morning with a cup of coffee (my weekend thing; the kids know to give me some space while "dad is having an album").
Just had to share that once in a while, as I'm sure many of you can relate to, listening to things you know like the back of your hand... albums/songs that have deep personal/family history... it can hit you on a whole different level when opened up like this. I love when it happens and I'm rarely prepared.
My "cool aunt" recently passed away, the one who took me to all of my first concerts in my early teens, passing me a joint, making me feel accepted and welcome when I didn't fit in too many other places; I went deep down the rabbit hole of music in general with her (never to return!), and she was a huge Dead Head. Her kids, myself, and a couple of other cousins played "Ripple" at her funeral just a couple weeks ago (and barely got through it). Like many I'm sure, this whole album has been just part of my DNA since as long as I can remember.
All of that said, and I could say much, much more, about pretty much every track on here... but, Attics of My Life? In full Atmos? You nailed it,
@sjcorne - "cathedral-like". I went downstairs all red-faced and watering eyes, found my wife, and said "you've got to hear this. It won't hit you the same way as me but it doesn't matter." My God. I live for moments like this.
Remind us, Frank:
Information is not knowledge.
Knowledge is not wisdom.
Wisdom is not truth.
Truth is not beauty.
Beauty is not love.
Love is not music.
Music is THE BEST.