I’ve long had this internal discussion concerning Jimmy Eat World’s Clarity, in which I defend it as my favorite album of all-time. (If this sounds like a ridiculous conversation to have with yourself, it is. Would you expect anything different from me?) I was introduced to this album at age 14 - the album debuted in 1999 - when a fascination with the emo/punk sound seemed more than appropriate. And while my musical tastes have changed drastically since then - I’m firmly rooted in the earthy, acoustic folk world - this album remains with me.

I’m not arguing this as the most influential album, nor am I claiming it to be the epitome of great music. And while I’ll defend to my grave the musical genius of the album, the lyrical poignancy, and the brilliance of Adkins’ vocals, it’s a futile argument altogether. The only basis for which I judge music is the extent to which it moves me emotionally. With Clarity, I feel moved to depths I can’t describe while lifted to an existential transcendence I’ve felt no where else.

While there are a few songs that resonate with me in particular, I could never recommend one. This album demands to be listened to fully. In order. In its entirety. Each listen provides a different journey; tells a different story; examines a new thought. Its imperfections, like all things human, reveal its perfection.

For me, Clarity is heaven.