What a bizarre blast from my past. When my family first got a CD player when I was young, my mom bought three CDs. Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox, Ropin the Wind by Garth Brooks, and this Mary Chapin Carpenter album. I'd completely forgotten that this album existed until today, but I listened to it a good bit. Not as much as I listened to my first CD, which was Hard or Smooth by Wreckx-n-Effect. My mom hated that one and, frankly, most of my youthful musical choices. Well guess what, mom? I think your taste in music is pedestrian and dull. No offense to the person who posted this album, it's perfectly fine. It's just that at one point, I think the only two tapes my mom actually owned were by Mike and the Mechanics and Air Supply. At another point, the only music that my dad owned on any physical media was a compilation of early heavy metal songs from the 70s, which I always kind of assumed he found on the ground somewhere. What does any of this have to do with anything? No idea, but it is weird that I'm so obsessed with music while neither of my progenitors seem to care much about it. I just wish I could have known them in the living years (that's a Mike and the Mechanics reference, both of my parents are still alive as of the time of this writing)
2/5 I tried to like this album, but the only song I liked on it previously was I Feel Lucky, and I didn't even enjoy that one. Also Passionate Kisses, but that's a whole lot of album for two songs that I almost like