Inside Eddie’s Daydream #13

I have been in a time capsule with music today. I have been jamming out to stuff I grew up to. You can do the same if you like, post a song with a feeling you felt when you hear a song. It can be good or bad. Here we go. 

Erykah Badu Live Album (circa 1997) but I listened to this around 2002.

I was 18 years old, going through a stubborn fit of being grown. I left my parents house in protest of my father kicking out my big brother. I was staying with my aunt in San Bernardino, CA. No job, no experience, no idea wtf was going on and lost in a city I wasn’t familiar with. This situation didn’t last long, but it was hell. My late auntie treated us like rubbish. My cousin would bring in a marijuana blunt at night for me to smoke, just so I could de-stress. The drama would disappear for 30 mins as Erykah Badu blared in the background. Just like this song, I was searching for myself.