The entirety of Graduation evokes such terribly mixed feelings from me. It’s a damn good album, but this shit, man… I’m writing this with tears in my eyes.
Every single song forces me to relive the emotional rollercoaster that was the majority of 2008. With the slight exception of Good Morning (reminds me of when Sharon & I visited the Murakami exhibit) and Stronger (only because it was the first single and song I heard off of Graduation; it reminds me of Something Awful, sadly).
The days I spent trying to kill the stress with a copious amount of showers and hot baths. I remember how fucking stressed and upset I was to have to take 2-3 a day. I would stay up late, worried, bumping this CD to take my mind off of anything and everything. The constant mindfuck I was in for a good part of the year is something I hope I’ll never have to relive. It seems stupid to be so stressed over someone like this in retrospect, but that’s how I was.
Graduation… makes me crave being back at The Spot. I had a somewhat pleasant reminder yesterday of the tranquility that exists in downtown LA at 2 in the morning. I wish I had the ability to go back to that coveted parking lot across the Disney Orchestra Hall. Listening to this song, staring at the city lights, thinking. Though the romantic aspect no longer applies, the sentimental aspect will always remain.
That’s enough, Mr. West; please, no more today.
