Bringing Home Baby: In Utero
For myself and so many others adrift in a Gen X/Gen Y no man’s land (I completely missed disco, but neither would I dream of asking out or dumping someone via text), In Utero was the album that “blew our little baby minds”, to quote a wise and adorable friend of mine. (She’s seven). I first heard it in the ninth grade and I played that thing until my ears bled. Then I would clean my ears and play it again. It was the forty-nine minutes separating who I was before I heard it from who I became after. It was the heaviest thing I had listened to at the time. It was everything.
I never thought I would own it on vinyl. My husband and I are what I suppose you’d call “vinyl enthusiasts” but we’re also newly married, pretty practical folks starting to build a nest egg—in other words, not really in the market to drop fifty bucks on a record, however essential to one’s collection and general well being. But G. was lucky enough to get a gift certificate to use at Hill & Dale, so we decided to be indulgent and I can safely say it was one of the best decisions we have ever made, either jointly or individually.