I can't listen to a single measure of any song on Morrissey's "Kill Uncle" without being instantly transported back to the publication room, after school, working on the school newspaper—my hands covered in the sticky residue of the wax used to create the mock-up pages, and wax-covered trimmings I'd sheared away with an X-acto blade sticking to the soles of my shoes.
Unfortunately, I haven't been able to listen to that album in awhile.
Luckily, REM's "Out of Time" has exactly the same effect, for moments when I'm desirous of a little nostalgia.
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