Does the music make the moment or the moment make the music? I think a bit of both. Case study #1: “Baby, Baby” revisits 1998’s Stepmom. I feel like I’m still sitting in the back of my Moms Ford Windstar watching the vhs on the flip down screen. It’s a 90s soft/warm colored core memory. Maybe I couldn’t fully understand the gravity of their situation as a kid but I know I felt it as deeply as I could and that’s why it stuck. Everything over time. ⏳