Driving to work this morning I listened to one of the CDs in my 1993 best of list. The Apartments Drift. The music clicked immediately. I was taken back to 1994. The year I met Catherine. Our first holiday trip was to les Landes in the South-West of France, the sandy soil South of Bordeaux. The gîte, the pine woods near the coast, the ruby colour of the Graves. It was all there in my mind's eye. I even had the taste of the Basque omelette on my palate.

But not only did I go on a nostalgy trip of that specific year but I started pondering on the transitoriness of life in general. An aunt of mine is in the hospice. I thought how incredibly sad it is that my second youngest aunt, who always seemed like an elder sister is about to leave this world. And that there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

All this when listening to this lush sounding indie guitar pop CD by the Apartments which have this lightness, innocence, freshness and the gift for melody and wistfulness that only bands from down under seem to have. Is there a reason for this? Maybe the weather? The sunshine in specific? There are many more great records to relisten to from 1993. I am very much looking forward to them. 1993, what a terrific year in music. The next album on my list is the sugargliders compilation.

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