Freshman year in college a guy down the hall in my dorm, John, tried to turn me on to Neil Young. He was certain that if I liked Bob Dylan, I would like Neil Young. I didn’t. A few decades later I ran across Harvest Moon, an album I really didn’t expect to like.
I listened to this one over and over again while I was writing up my dissertation. I had been working at Motorola but my time there was officially over, but I really needed their workstations, and mostly their printer. I would come in late in the evening around midnight, after my fiancee had gone to sleep and would work until dawn, having the whole place to myself. I played Harvest Moon almost exclusively, over and over.
I would come home at dawn, see the fiancee off to work and go to sleep for a while. I figured when the writing was done I would be sick of Harvest Moon, but that never happened. I still find listening to this one, end to end, a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
When I started this I wanted to avoid putting out a list of the top albums of my high school and college years, but here we are. Goth pioneers