But what does that prove, it proves nothing
Like everyone else, I go through bands in fits and starts; this week I'll crave Red House Painters, the next maybe I'll be listening to Isn't Anything every day. You can tell the albums that have really hit you by the way you keep coming back to them even when you haven't heard them in months; you wake up one day feeling a certain way and one of the songs is there in your head. And the next thing you know you're listening to Hefner's We Love the City again, thinking, "I've always loved this, and it's always been a source of comfort, but I don't think I really got it before." One of the joys of getting older, I suppose.
I go through major album phases that I sometimes feel guilty for because it means I'll listen to nothing but that album for days at a time.
Right now it's Josh Ritter's The Animal Years, and it's making me want to go see the Westerns that are in theatres right now. Also it makes me dance a little on the streetcar, which is always a good thing.
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