Sometimes when I (on rare occasions) hear something from In The Aeroplane Over The Sea on the radio, one part of me enjoys the music while another part of me feels like something is being violated. Like this music is too sacred or important or personal or something to be out there in the ionosphere mingling with lesser sounds. Like it's being diminished or disrespected or indecently exposed.
Aeroplane is one of those albums I can only listen to if I'm in the right mood, prepared to listen to the whole thing and submit to what I know it's going to do to me. For whatever reason, I haven't listened to it in a long time. When I was 14 or 15, I used to ration out "Hey Jude" to myself. I didn't allow myself to listen to it too often, not wanting to diminish the power it had for me at that time. I guess I've never really outgrown that way of thinking.
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