I can remember every detail of the first time I spun the CD in my clunky AIWA stereo system in my bedroom – the way I sat there in awe, captivated from Table For Glasses’ opening organ hum, followed by that sparse hi-hat and snare, guitar and layered vocals not far behind.
And although it was a commercial failure in its time, its impact on the music industry is immeasurable, still reverberating today.
But today, exactly 20 years later, I can still confidently say that Clarity is a perfect record: perfectly written perfectly performed perfectly produced. So, sure, the album is personally important to me, having been released during my junior year of high school, one of the most impressionable periods of my entire life. As I revealed earlier this year, my first ever piece of ink was an anchor commemorating Mineral’s EndSerenading – and my second was a butterfly (a masculine butterfly, mind you – we’re talking one tough, badass butterfly) echoing a lyric in For Me This Is Heaven, Clarity’s 10th track. Look, let’s get personal bias out of the way: I have a Clarity tattoo. How could someone make the case for anything but Clarity? I have to admit, when I was asked to make an argument for the best Jimmy Eat World album, my initial reaction was one of confusion.
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