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At Least I Didn’t Choose Sgt. Pepper
by Alex Locke
Being relatively young and impressionable, it seems impossible at this point in my life to say anything with very much certainty, but I am going to say this anyway—I don’t think I will ever come across anything quite as emotionally resonant as Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. Unfortunately, I can’t say with much confidence that I will feel this way for long. When I was sixteen I thought The Wall so brilliantly intertwined music and narrative that I would never be able to find anything better. And when I was seventeen, I thought no one could ever create an album as intriguingly morose and lonely as OK Computer. And when I was twenty, every time I listened to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, I thought I would never hear anything quite as nostalgic in my entire life. And now, at age twenty-one, Rumours has become the most important sequence of eleven songs in my extensive music collection.
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