Back in 2001 I got one of those newfangled “blogs” and started a very public, very candid journal. Social networking hadn’t been invented yet, but webrings (remember those?) hadn’t gone completely out of fashion, and thanks to all my adolescent oversharing, I met a lot of really excellent people. I’m still in touch with a lot of them, and a few are among my very dearest friends.
I was never close with Ashley, although I think we exchanged emails once or twice. She was linked to by someone who’d linked to someone I linked to—the Web was like that back then—and had a real way with 7pt Verdana. (The Web was also like that back then.) And Ashley linked to a college friend of hers, a musician, whose site had MP3s to download and whose CDs (burned ones, in hand-taped photocopied sleeves) were the first thing I bought online with my own credit card. I still have them.
This song has been kicking around my life since I was 18 years old. I’ve put it on more than one mixtape. And it’s been in my head lately, for no reason I can pin down, so I put it on the iPhone that would have looked like fucking sorcery to me the first time I heard it, and I’ve been listening to it a lot this past week or two, and it’s been exactly what I’ve needed.