The first time I stood on UNCA’s campus was for a math test, of all things. My dad drove the two hours into the mountains with me, and we both looked a little cock-eyed at the line of dreadlocked, Birkenstock-clad hippie children streaming into the lecture hall. Dad knew the type and didn’t much like them, I guess, but I’d never spent any time outside of my hometown, and just had no idea what to make of the de facto uniform my new peers were wearing. It was a far cry from the camo jeans and baseball caps back home. […]
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For most of The Aughts I compiled my favorite songs onto CDs and gave them to a few friends as Christmas presents. My tastes skew sharply toward acoustic folk music so there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of anything that I like. A few of my people love it too, though, and they tend to be less diligent (obsessive) about finding the new stuff than I am. That’s where I come in. I claim no authority. These are just the songs that opened my eyes the widest from 2000–2009. Because I’d never stop if I didn’t impose some kind of limit, I have picked songs that fit on one CD (plus some honorable mentions). […] I live in the woods now in Carrboro. It’s fall here just like it is in Asheville. From my balcony I can reach out and touch oak leaves that are the deepest red when backlit by the sun. There are more dogs than I can count in my apartment complex. I am rediscovering the peace and joy that comes with solitary living. My cat seems more like himself–curious and talkative–than he has in years. The spirit of this town reminds me a lot of Asheville. […] |
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"There are times I've wished I said all the folly in my heart and not the wisdom in my head." ~ A.J. Roach |
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