This song is my lighthouse signal. If you get why it’s so wonderful, come on over and let’s be friends.

This song reached out of the 90s and grabbed me the other day. Maybe because I’m either sick from flu or covid or recovering, but I’m feeling vulnerable and the nostalgia is hitting me hard. I am the nostalgia queen. I love to remember the past, always through a soft golden haze. It wasn’t necessarily…

  I wish I knew a single word to encompass all the sorrow, joy, gratitude, love, awe, tenderness, grief, peace, acceptance, and hope this song brings up in me. The video is so perfectly evocative as well.

  When the world has gone completely to Hell, but my iPod still works, this will make me feel better for 5 minutes.

  Eric Carmen has passed. I just told my invisible friends: “I'll never forget parking with my prom date at the docks while ‘Go All the Way’ was playing.”

  I once described her as "the goddess Aphrodite come to Earth." She's beautiful, open, and sexually free, like I can never be. This could be a cause of great pain and jealousy. Instead it just confirms to me that before we get here, we're equipped with the setting and traits to live the life…

Since I moved to California, I've been collecting songs that refer to it, both the state and Los Angeles. It's so weird to me how much I love it here. I still love Minnesota, but the me I was lived there. I'm not that girl anymore. It really feels like sometime in my 50s I…

It's around 2003. I've lost weight and I'm wearing a purple clingy top and a nice pair of black pants. I'm driving my Saturn down Victoria Avenue toward my apartment in Oxnard, workday over, the lowering sun in my eyes, moonroof open, my hair blowing. Passing one strawberry field after another. Why does this mundane…

This song makes me think of Mom (she loved Jakob's father and I think she would have liked this—why didn't I ever play it for her?), the nineties (that time before the apocalypse), Miami (that odd, yet oddly satisfying, little eddy in my story, before I set out for California), the yearning and pain of…

If someone had told me, when I was 16 or so, that 50 years later I'd be listening to newfound music that would make me as happy as my favorites made me feel then, I'd have relaxed about life a little bit.