The two hundred and sixty-second album: #262 Nick Drake - Pink Moon
It's hard to shake the impression this album leaves on you, one of music as depression. It's not necessarily incredibly sad as much as it invokes that feeling of being tired, unable to move or do anything. The murmured vocals, the single guitar playing repetitively, bright spots like 'Know' are pretty rare. Even so, the album isn't a hard one to listen to, the tracks feeling more like a comfortable blanket than something pushing you away, weirdly a way to find some comfort in those feelings. It's a lovely album, but it feels like one you need to listen to on your own, without any distractions or sounds from anywhere else - it's a Thursday morning, I'm waiting for scripts to run, I don't have anything else to pay attention to, this feels like the perfect album to feel maudlin to.