I love it when an album is as balanced and beautiful as its cover. Or should that be the other way around?
Sometimes I pick up an album because it’s fashionable, or I see it and say, “that’s something the college kids are listening to, right?” Sometimes it’s a mistake (Harvey Danger,) but sometimes, it hits a sweet spot.
Anyway, 1989, UC Santa Barbara, San Miguel dorms, seventh floor. “Seven Veils” pouring out of our door and into the hall.