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This album always reminds me that it's autumn. It doesn't matter what time of year it actually is-- when this song plays, it's the fall, and I'm walking through rain hoping to arrive before it gets really bad, and knowing that even when I get there, there's a chance that I'll end up just having to leave again because the person I'm visiting might not want to see me any more. But, I'm walking anyway, getting wet, knowing I'll keep walking until I've found someplace I can stop and get in out of the rain.
The year I first heard this album, sometime in the early 90's, wasn't particularly happy. I was working at Leading Edge, although that was about to end, and dating somebody who spent about half the time breaking up with me and attempting to date various friends of mine. She'd come back, and I'd welcome her back. I don't know if I should have been less enthusiastic about it. I wasn't particularly good for her anyway, it turned out, but I didn't find that out until a year or so ago. After her, I spent a lot of time dating somebody who was pretty bad for me, although the sex was good.
Today it's kind of dark out, and fall is approaching. It feels like fall, even though it's not yet. It's still summer, for a few more weeks, anyway, and the rains haven't started yet. In some sense, though, they never really stopped, and I'm still walking down Park Avenue in the rain, heading for somebody who never cared enough to figure out how I worked. When she dumped me, it was a good thing, although I couldn't see it at the time.
The year I first heard this album, sometime in the early 90's, wasn't particularly happy. I was working at Leading Edge, although that was about to end, and dating somebody who spent about half the time breaking up with me and attempting to date various friends of mine. She'd come back, and I'd welcome her back. I don't know if I should have been less enthusiastic about it. I wasn't particularly good for her anyway, it turned out, but I didn't find that out until a year or so ago. After her, I spent a lot of time dating somebody who was pretty bad for me, although the sex was good.
Today it's kind of dark out, and fall is approaching. It feels like fall, even though it's not yet. It's still summer, for a few more weeks, anyway, and the rains haven't started yet. In some sense, though, they never really stopped, and I'm still walking down Park Avenue in the rain, heading for somebody who never cared enough to figure out how I worked. When she dumped me, it was a good thing, although I couldn't see it at the time.