I remember that my mother loved Pearl Jam’s song, Black. I preferred Alive and Rearview Mirror and Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town and Nothingman and Better Man. And yet I listen to precisely zero of those songs these days, basically never again since she died. Which, to be fair, I hadn’t exactly put together until I wrote this.
-20 November 2015
This post is part of the I Remember series.