// this is home//

I used to listen to Sheryl Crow a lot when I was younger. I celebrated her 1996 release through the end of middle school and beginning of high school. Don’t think too much of it; I was also a big fan of Nirvana and Pearl Jam and also that Mariah Carey unplugged album. Also Amy Grant. Suspiciously into the Lemonheads and Juliana Hatfield. Then shifted pretty heavily into jam bands in 2000. So you know, I was eclectic.

Anyway there’s this song on that Sheryl Crow CD called “Home.” It’s pretty depressing. It’s basically about heartbreak and she sings about houses full of lies and stuff like that. But that isn’t really important. The chorus just says, “And this is home, this is home,” in this really pretty but kind of eerie way and I don’t know, whenever I’m about to go home for something heavy, there’s Sheryl Crow; I can’t shake that chorus. And it’s weird, because I don’t ever think of her, or that song. I retired that CD from my rotation in 1999. But she creeps back, every time.

Tomorrow I’m heading back to Massachusetts. And mid-nineties Sheryl Crow is just camping out in my brain.

Welcome back, Sheryl.