I don’t think I’m an adult yet.
I’m 19 years old, I’m in college, I’ve worked several jobs and I live in an apartment with two of my best friends, but none of it feels real. I’m not really sure when I’ll stop seeing myself as a kid.
Part of it could be my nostalgia. Rather than watching new movies or listening to new music, I’ll go back to the comfort of films I’ve seen a million times before, and songs I’ve listened to since I was born. That’s why I made this playlist.
When I think about my childhood, I don’t have a lot of visual memories. There are a few select moments, of course, like making myself ketchup sandwiches (ew) and going to Build-A-Bear Workshop. Most of my memories, though, are songs.
My dad wanted to make sure I ended up with a good taste in music, so he played the songs that he liked. He was ultimately successful, as I believe I have the best music taste on this planet, but that could be the God complex talking.
The first music I remember listening to was this album titled “Circle Game: Folk Music For Kids.” That’s where the first 12 songs on this playlist come from, but they were sung by kids, which I guess is cool for kids, but I’m sure my parents hated listening to it. A similar album, “All You Need Is Love: Beatles Songs For Kids,” also made a frequent appearance in our Subaru’s CD slot. Instead of kids, though, they’re sung by adults, and badly. I’m not sure what the purpose was there.
I’ve thrown some random songs in there too, like "Moonshadow" by Cat Stevens. I’m not sure if this was part of any particular album, but I remember singing it to myself in the backseat of the car at night, wondering why the moon chose to follow me around.
The last few songs come from "The Point," an album (and later, a movie) fueled entirely by Harry Nilsson’s acid trip (seriously). If you’ve seen this movie, please contact me, because I’ve only met one other person who’s seen it and I need to talk about it.
Upon rediscovering these songs in middle school, I cried for hours. Sometimes I still cry listening to them. I miss being a toddler in Cleveland, Ohio (yes, I’m from Cleveland and I love it), when my parents were still together and I had no responsibilities.