|Day 10 of 31 at TWT!|
"With a little love, and some tenderness..."
It's been ages since I heard this song! As if uncurling from a long, deep sleep, a hidden part of me starts to sing, welcoming every word and note like an old friend.
"With a little peace, and some harmony..."
I'm eleven again, standing in the music store in Grand Central Mall, buying my first CD. Cracked Rear View. I don't even remember how I started liking Hootie and the Blowfish or why I picked that as my first album, but I will never forget buying that CD. One of those rare moments when you're almost standing outside yourself, realizing that you're growing up.
Cracked Rear View. That brownish, distressed picture. I read the liner notes over and over. I knew every word to every song. I played that CD so often that I eventually had to stop, because it started skipping so much that it became obnoxious.
|It always had a place of honor at the top of my CD tower!|
After that, I just moved on: some classic rock, Dave Matthews Band, and even (cringe) the Backstreet Boys. I never even got another Hootie CD.
But twenty years later, hearing any song from that album is like opening a door and finding a room from my childhood perfectly preserved. Like uncovering a piece of buried treasure hidden in the sand. Like finding a piece of myself that I didn't know I had lost.