Last night, a friend of mine asked me what my favorite song was. At first I thought it was an unanswerable question. I don’t have favorites – no favorite food, day of the week, color, style of music, or song. But after thinking about the question for 10 seconds, I realized that while I don’t have a favorite song, I do have a favorite album.

When I was in high school, I listened to Carole King’s Tapestry on repeat (my mother’s album that I played over and over on a turntable I bought at a yard sale). When I had a bad day, I listened to Tapestry. When I had a good day, I listened to Tapestry. Carole King got me through those awkward teen years – comforted me after a break-up, inspired me when I worried about what I would do with my life, and served as the soundtrack for my life when I was at a pretty impressionable age.

This write-up that I found on allmusic summarizes my feelings pretty accurately:

Carole King brought the fledgling singer/songwriter phenomenon to the masses with Tapestry, one of the most successful albums in pop music history. A remarkably expressive and intimate record, it’s a work of consummate craftsmanship… With its reliance on pianos and gentle drumming, Tapestry is a light and airy work on its surface, occasionally skirting the boundaries of jazz, but it’s also an intensely emotional record, the songs confessional and direct; in its time it connected with listeners like few records before it, and it remains an illuminating experience decades later.

*emphasis my own

I haven’t listened to Tapestry in a really long time; haven’t thought about it to be honest. I’m so thankful that my past memories were sparked, because today, Barley and I are having a lazy day with the door open (67 degrees in DC!), contemplating life with that familiar voice in the background. 15 years later, Tapestry is still my soundtrack. And I’m still listening to it on repeat.


We love Sundays……

Be well,

Dana and Barley (in DC)