While searching through some old MP3s for a music file for one of my students, I came across a recording of my senior recital from college. Listening to the tracks, I could feel the dry summer heat of Arizona again, and smell the scents of thousands of fruit trees in bloom.
I don't even remember most of that last year of school. I was so depressed and crazy that most things fom back then are long-lost to my mind, probably blocked out somewhere up there, and it's better that way, I'm sure.
What I do know is that I came out of it better as a musician, especially when I heard one track in particular (this one--click for a listen). It's kind of nice to remember every once in a while that all of that BS was worth it.
