LOh, man. Such a cool idea! I love the Wal-Mart parking lot memory.
Black Sails brings me back to 5th/6th grade sitting on my sidewalk with my friend’s huge headphones on. It was late summer; I was supposed to be catching fireflies with my little sister. It was just starting to get cool at night, so I was huddled in my other friend’s too big Batman hoodie that smelled like his older brother’s cologne.
AoD brings me back to scraped knees and early fall nights; playing manhunt with my friends after soccer practice. It reminds me of Munsters reruns and Nightmare Before Christmas themed sleepovers under blanket forts lit by Halloween fairy lights.
All Hallows is all about dark basements and my older friends blasting music and planning Mischief night shenanigans while I sit on the beat up old futon, eating frozen grapes and watching Beetlejuice. It’s my friend’s cranberry candles and drug store makeup as she teaches me how to put on eye makeup like she does.
Sing the Sorrow reminds me late October and being in the back of my uncle’s car as we drove through the falling foliage, the headlights just catching the red and gold leaves as they fell. It reminds me of the scents of clove and sage and my aunt telling me stories as she prepared her herbs and crystals for Samhain.
Decemberunderground brings me back to sophomore year of high school, of dusty floors and dimly lit art rooms, back to the smell of turpentine, rain, and petrachor. It brings me back to early summer and heather twilight and just wanting to disappear.
Crash Love brings me back to autumn of sophomore year of college, to cold nights and crunching leaves, and Salem, MA. Back to my friends’ houses crouched around Ouija boards and underground shows in basements.
Burials brings me back to cold NY and writing too much and hating everyone and everything. And everything is so cold when I think of that album.
The Blood? It reminds me of grey days and long drives and cold snaps, leather jackets, and silly string. It reminds me of late autumn surfing sessions on the Massachusetts coast and hot tea and Baudelaire. Of lots of velvet blankets and Target runs for extra costume paraphanelia.
So, yeah, that’s what the albums remind me of. Sorry for the long response.