When the air turns a tad crisp and apples hang heavy on trees, that's when it's time to put on Cat Power's The Covers Record.
I know I am not the only person in the world who listens to certain records seasonally, and The Covers Record is all about autumn.
This one is a doozy for me. It instantly takes me back to the fall of 2000, my senior year in college, when the chill fall air was thick with the ache of unrequited love. I would wander around campus lost in the clouds with my walkman on, listening to Chan Marshall's inimitable voice softly crooning along to my nebulous thoughts.
Like any good record, it always kinda felt like she was singing just to me. It's a perfect, perfect album for that kind of dreaming while walking through redwoods when the earth is beginning turning cold -- spare, smoky, comfortingly melancholy but not without moments of joy.
In those days it was impossible to imagine that someday her music would be on a De Beers commercial or involved in any of her other recent cash-flow tactics. These were special, heady times, spent listening to "Sweedeedee" with summer's muted last gasp shining down.