Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
When I was eighteen years old, I desperately wanted to work at the music store in my local mall. I killed time there nearly every day after school by chatting with the staff, checking new music out at the listening booth, and purchasing a ridiculously large amount of records. I never shied away from letting the store manager know that I would do anything to get a job there, and although he knew me well after these years of devoted patronage, he was hesitant to hire someone so young. I was disappointed, but sensed that I would win his approval eventually.
It was the spring of 2002, and there were a lot of albums that had a profound effect on me that year: Doves’ ‘The Last Broadcast’, Beck’s ‘Sea Change’, and Johan’s ‘Pergola’, to name a few. This was around the time that my tastes in music were starting to truly take shape, but I obviously still had a lot to learn.
