I once dated a girl who told me she never got into Cake because she was always a Pavement fan— like you couldn’t like Cake and Pavement, like there was some big Cake/Pavement beef. Maybe there was? I don’t know; maybe she knew something I didn’t, but I think she was probably just thinking about two different kinds of people she went to high school with, and how at some point she decided that this group of people listened to Cake and this group of people listened to Pavement, and she threw her lot in with the Pavement listeners, and she let that define her because she wanted it to.
I don’t know if there’s a point to this story other than I like how we create narratives around the music we listen to, how we let it define us. I’ve written before about how the music of Jenny Lewis has shaped me, and how I’ve shaped myself into the kind of person that likes Jenny Lewis. Her new album is streaming on NPR and I’ve been listening to it over and over. I already love it in the way I love all my favorite albums, which is to say I love it like it’s a part of myself.