Some people mark time by the photos on their timeline. Or a watch. Or tattoos. Or how big their family gets. Or what level they’ve achieved on a game. I mark time with albums. I listen to them whole, and wholly. I can honestly pick up any old CD or play a record I haven’t listened to in forever & remember exactly where I was when I first heard it. I feel the faint reflection of the emotional state I was in when the song actually “hit” me. Feel the coolness of a shaded path and dull thud of soft dirt at my feet. Music is even better when it’s shared with friends. All the more memories! But, there are those tracks that can be so personal, they’re only ever yours. People ask me all the time, “Why do you do, what you do?” Well, I’m in music for a reason: I love it.