On music, legacy, and Carly Simon

There are certain albums that serve as auditory klonopin for me. Artists played so frequently in our home growing up that their songs feel embedded in my very being, as natural as my parents’ own DNA. To this day, when I feel sad or overwhelmed or homesick I know to put on Carly Simon’s Have You Seen Me Lately album. By the first chorus of Didn’t I, I’m instantly in a better mood. Or at the very least feel a bit closer to a better version of myself.