No New Tale to Tell

I've written before about my ex-boyfriend's obsession for a time, back when we were living together and had first moved down to Memphis, with reggae and how it almost drove me insane.

To balance that out and counteract that, there were two cassette tapes I used to pop in the stereo every chance I got amidst all the reggae overload that first six or so months we lived down here - The Cult's Love, and Love & Rockets' Earth Sun Moon, two more examples of albums that I pretty much played out (and in the case of both on CD, have had to replace each at least once from wear and tear).

I loved the first house we lived in when we moved down here, a little duplex near the university.  It's since been torn down (for a church parking lot), but sometimes I wish we had never moved out of it as it would have been the perfect place for me to live now.  Since it got torn down, I guess I would have had to move eventually.

For some reason, most of my memories of that house involve the color yellow.  I don't know why, because - number one - I don't like yellow, and there were no yellow walls or anything like that in that house.  Maybe it's because there were a lot of windows and there was always a lot of daylight in that house, whereas the one I live in now is shaded and sort of darkish even in the middle of the day.  

The Earth Sun Moon album brings back immediate memories of living over there, though.  Times were better, Memphis was new to us.  We were still very young and in love, and all the negative things that came about in years to come had not yet happened.   It was a brief period of hope, where there wouldn't be much to follow.