Carrie & Lowell
Sufjan Stevens
This album has stayed with me closely for a decade through my music listening journey - it has comforted me, heard me, lulled me back to sleep countless insomniac nights. I remember first listening to it alone in the dark in my mom's insanely decorated basement, a small rectangle of light bleeding in from the window well. I went to see Sufjan live that year and bought a tape that I used maybe once, listening mostly electronically. Ten years on I bought the CD, and it was a constant play during the dying and death of my father. Ironically it is the only Sufjan album that stays untouched to me, with him completely dismissing it's artistic value in turn. Voyeuristic, maybe. Both an inspiration and a psychic diary to me.