![]() ![]() But one line caused me to stop dead in my tracks. So, it seems this album will forever remind me of early mornings in Beirut. All of this while Florence is singing in my ear. This is before the heat sets in for the day, and I usually enjoy a cool breeze as I walk. The smell of zaatar manoushe baking and Arabic coffee wafting through the air, watching the city become awake - Syrian men heading off to be picked up for work, storekeepers sweeping sidewalks, and taxis speeding through the empty streets. (Which took several hours due to the SUPER crappy internet in Lebanon.) I have been listening to it every day as I walk the streets of Beirut to the gym in the wee early mornings. This month, I downloaded Florence + the Machine’s new album, High As Hope, from Beirut. Isn’t it something that one song can bring so many happy memories back or remind you of a painful time? There is so much power in a sensory experience. Or, Depeche Mode’s Violator with road trips as a young adult, or U2’s Boy with my first high school dance. ![]() ![]() ![]() For example, I will always associate Radiohead’s In Rainbows with riding public transportation in Beirut. There are some albums that forever remind me of a specific time in my life. You make a fool of death with your beauty, Beirut. ![]()
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