I was out running errands a few weeks back, and it was the perfect Saturday afternoon. Mid-70s, breezy, sunny, flowers in bloom. I had the windows rolled down, and I was scrolling through my ipod to find a great accompanying tune. I stopped on Frank Black’s Teenager of the Year and yep, it was pretty much perfect.
As with many a tune, I think the perfection had more to do with the associations Frank Black always stirs. Back in the day, Kylie made me a mix tape (yep, tape) with Calistan on it, among others. In those carefree teen years, I would crank it up in the old Camry while running to the store for my mom or any of the other precious moments of independence out on the road.