The first was reading Dracula when I was ~11; it was summertime, insanely hot outside (worse in my bedroom), but it scared me so intensely, I was physically cold. The second was reading 'Salem's Lot at 25 while riding the light rail btwn Camden & Trenton, NJ as silent suburbia slipped by.

The Playbill announcement was a massive shock!

Overall, it's a good memory, but I really REALLY should not have been pounding shots and not paying attention to how many drinks I'd had. (Dorm was Leupp Hall on College Ave; it's coed by floor.)

God, this song reminds me of drinking too much tequila in my new pals' dorm room when campus was closed/split after Hurricane Floyd. (Still love TMBG, though I do not love Jose Cuervo.)

I was deep in my Philip K Dick phase at that point, so it wasn't much of a stretch, although working in Newark, NJ, in the National Newark Building on Broad Street, was a fucking trip! (Narrator Philip gets a haircut there in one chapter.)

I want to say it's one of the last non-cast album albums I listened to in order, but my brain is screaming at me that that can't possibly be correct.

It's ... a good read that will absolutely piss you off (and possibly gross you out in one scene, which is mild in the grand scheme of things) but as alt-histories go, it's less haunting than Fatherland. 🤷🏼‍♀️

My husband worked for a record promotions company when The Wind came out and came home with copies on CD. That's one of the best but hardest albums to listen to. (My favorite tracks are "Keep Me In Your Heart" and "Disorder In the House.")

*snicker* It's a total bop, Riley. (My pick's "Bad Medicine" bc it makes me feel like summertime in 1988.)

Oooh, this one hits so hard. I was at a Drama & Speech competition in 1993 or '94 where a girl chose this as her piece for poetry interp & the judges asked LOTS of questions (almost DQ'd her bc songs are poems but not in comp-rules?)