Words by Anna L // Photography by Amee Kim
Songs have always had a way of taking me back to a specific moment in time. And each time I put in my ear buds and listen to the first few notes, I am suddenly there.
Dancepack – Volcano Choir
Michigan, 2014. I wake up and go downstairs to see him sitting on the porch. I pour my coffee and kiss him, hoping he can’t taste my morning breath. We watch the sunrise together.
Rill Rill – Sleigh Bells
Joy in the driver’s seat, windows down. Her broken speaker is screaming behind me but we don’t care. This song is impossible to listen to quietly. I am not singing-I am screaming along.
Toothpaste Kisses – The Maccabees
Curled under my sheets, ear buds in. My mother thinks I am asleep, but I am telling a boy who I think will be there forever that he sounds like Orlando Weeks.
Swimming – Florence + the Machine
I am 14 years old, Nicaragua. The first time I have ever been outside of my country. I sleep on the small hard bed and pull the covers up to my chin, the ear buds from my iPod trailing down cold next to my small body.
The Cave – Mumford and Sons
We paid fifty dollars each for this concert, all we cared about was the opening act. It is eleven at night and the sky is clear and we saw a shooting star as we ran through the lawn, screaming and shouting because we were alive and life is good.
Love Will Tear Us Apart – Broken Social Scene
I am in ninth grade, my mother is driving me home from my birthday dinner. I watch the lights outside and sing inside my head.
Shot At The Night – The Killers
The boy who sounds like Orlando Weeks is driving, we are at a construction site by my house. He told me this song sounds like it should be playing in a John Hughes movie. I tell him he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Simple Song – The Shins
I am 16 years old and am holding a brand new license. This is the first time I have held the steering wheel alone in the car. I told myself that this is what independence sounded like.
I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys
He has his arm around me at the concert, and I sing this song to him.
Sweet Nothing – Florence Welch
I request this song at the first dance party I ever went to. I dance for hours, shouting every word to this song because I know it was written for me at this very moment.
Taro – Alt-J
“No one is dancing to this song!” I scream. “I’ll dance with you,” he whispers back.
I Always Knew – The Vaccines
This is it. This is every moment. This is my first kiss, my best friends screaming besides me, our song. From the first strum my heart jumps every time and I am there-I am everywhere.