There are some things in life that burn the best kind of memories into your brain. Those unforgettable moments of sheer joy that are too strong to fall with time.
For me, it was Sundays with the smells of pot roast cooking, running around with a streamer baton and self-made Harriet the Spy toolkit while Genesis or Journey blared from the record player. The little crackles of the needle hitting the record are emblazoned in my mind.
When I was 19 I started collecting records. I didn’t have a record player, but I knew I would one day.
When I got married, Tyler and I received a record player for our wedding and a couple friends gave us records to go with. I bought the album Sticky Fingers and we slow danced to Moonlight Mile in the living room. It wound up being our first dance song at our wedding.
Later on, Tyler received his mom’s prized copy of Abbey Road and my mom began sending along bits and pieces of her record collection to add to ours. They’re one of very few true family heirlooms in our possession. It’s crazy to think about how music can transcend generations and really bring people together. I’m hopeful that one day I can pass them along to my children as well.
Here are a handful of albums that I own that have meaning (one way or another) to me, whether they include songs that were the backdrop to my first time driving a car, taking a train ride in Italy, or when Fox arrived. He may or may not have arrived to a song called “Trouble.”
And Tyler’s pick:
Do you have a certain record that gives you all the feels? Please share!