Last night driving home from work I had one of those rare moments when I remember that I don’t have to be listening to Toddler Radio or the Family Folk station on Pandora because I’m in the car alone. One of those moments I remember I can max out the volume and not worry about little ears and bad words. I switched from the safe and constant Family Folk and there it was…The right song, the right album, THE soundtrack. The one that was on loop constantly for years, the one we laughed to, cried to, drank to, (smoked to). So I turned that baby up and I sang it. I sang it like we did jumping around in the small room of a shitty house filled with beer cans and memories. Every time I hear it all I feel is safe, happy, free, loved. The soundtrack of a time in my life with no adult or parental responsibilities, surrounded by people that I could be myself around without fear of judgment at an age that many teen/early twenty somethings were feeling the pressure to be something they didn’t want to be. We were free, fearless, dearest of friends, looking out for each other, jamming out to the soundtrack. Not that I would ever go back, I wouldn’t trade my life now for anything in the world. But I am so thankful for that time, those friends, and an album that might not mean a lot to most people, but to this day is THE album for us.