Press Play

It’s 1:45am and in another one of my feeble attempts to get back into my regular sleeping pattern, I began to organize my CD collection. If you know me, most of my discs aren’t in their correct cases. In fact, I can almost guarantee that if you open a Dave Matthews album that I presently own, you’ll probably find Jay-Z where the DMB disc should be.

One of my many leaning CD towers

I digress. In my rummaging through the dusty covers, wrinkled jackets, and plastic cases, among discs of the past, I found many unlabeled discs that I made for either myself or copies of music that I made for someone else. Aware that I’m one of very few people who even bother to purchase or listen to CDs anymore, I place the undocumented pieces of my past into my CD player and pressed play. Here were artists I haven’t heard in years, memories that I put on my musical backburner, and most importantly, people who have since then faded from my life, or in some cases, still around.

Therefore my friends, I encourage you to take a journey into your own musical past. Listen to an artist that takes you back to that awkward house party, a good friend, or lost love. It’ll not only serve as a reminder of where you’ve been, but also, how far you’ve come.