Mine: Aimee Mann. I know it goes back to high school, I think to the first time I watched Magnolia, or maybe the pale green of Bachelor No. 2 enticed me from its place on the CD rack at Borders.
Yes, her music is kind of depressing, yes, the songs all sound the same. But I'm a lifetime devotee, I think. You see, Ms. Mann was my gay-high-school-angsty music, and for her role in that process, I will be eternally grateful.
She has a new album out June 3.
J
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