Here is a song I wish I'd been listening to for the last sixteen years:
I can't beat myself up for not listening to Cut Copy in 1994. Because they're a newish band and this is a very new song and it's not Cut Copy in general that I want in my 5th grade world. It is this song, this song that accesses a forever-Jenny part of me. And when I'm fifty-three, this Jenny part will still be there. I will love this song forever. It's a weird and wonderful mini-epiphany, to be listening to a song on repeat and, three-quarters of the way through your nineth listen, to realize: you'll enjoy this song for as long as you live. As long as you live. Because it plays to an essential, lasting part of yourself. Your essential-Jenny-self.