Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street
Cross the water home through the town
Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet
Pretty soon now I won’t come around
-Counting Crows, Sullivan Street
Top to bottom, August and Everything After, paints a picture of my home town when I was a girl wearing 2nd hand roller skates for the 1st time; flying down our sloped driveway at top speed wondering out loud how to stop. No helmet, no pads, 1980’s style. My dad shouted, “grab a tree!”
The album is one of my favorite collections of music. I heard it for the first time when I was out of state for school. The imagery made me homesick. It has nothing to do with the region of California where I grew up but it sounds like it to me. Isn’t that how we make music our own? Relating to it in some way, personalizing the message. Does music do this to you too? Do you have a favorite album?
Near Crows Landing, California