Strangers to Ourselves-Modest Mouse. The album that describes me as an adult, Day 5 for #fallvinylhealing with old friends who just met, yours truly and the coolest counseling cat I know, @therapyinvinyl.

Like most prompts, there are a few things I could slot up in here. But I chose this one because my relationship with Modest Mouse is a long standing one spanning a few decades of growth in my life and the band’s. Isaac Brock is truly lyrically profound without edging too closely to weird word salads (I’m looking at you, Mr. Corgan) or blatant stoner type nonsense. Which, don’t get me wrong, I do love both, but I’ve always felt he’s somewhere in the middle and that’s where I try to align myself. Ayyye, look at my social maturity there! To note, I do recognize that Isaac Brock is problematic for other reasons, and I think we all need to rationalize those situations how we can as music appreciators and enthusiasts. Sorry if that’s just Shit in Your Cut. Ayooo! Zing.

I’ve just always genuinely enjoyed every single album they’ve put out, seen them more times than my right and left hands put together—both in the cheap seats when I was poor and those good goods as a more prosperous adult. Once in the front row in Waukegan, Illinois because I won tickets from my fave MKE radio station several years back.