Growing up, my parents were divorced, so every other Friday my dad would pick up my sister and me, and we’d spend the evening shuttling back and forth between their houses—about an hour each way. He had a Sirius XM subscription, so the car rides were full of 70s on 7 and 80s on 8. He could hear the first few chords of a song and immediately dive into how it was made, the backstory behind it, or some random trivia about the artists. I still think about him explaining the story behind Crosby, Stills & Nash’s “Just a Song Before I Go” or Eddie Van Halen’s solo on Michael Jackson’s “Beat It.”
It was such a fun way to think about music—not just as music, but sometimes as these tiny, collaborative moments of magic.
Not all the stories were fun, but they were always meaningful. Like today—I was listening to Fiona Apple’s Extraordinary Machine, most of it for the first time. I now have this habit of reading reviews and learning about how an album was made after I listen—probably because of my dad being such a huge music nerd. This time, it led me down a rabbit hole about her partnership with Jon Brion, the fight with her label Epic Records over its
release, and all the b-sides/unreleased music and lore that I wasn’t expecting. It’s like discovering a missing piece to a larger cultural puzzle—context that deepens your understanding and appreciation, even if it isn’t necessary to enjoy the music. 😌