Rediscovered...What a great thing.

Doesn't it feel great (thing happened more with discs then with iPods) when you rediscover an old album. You get a new album and play the shit out of it and love it and like anything else you think, "This is so fucking good I may never need to get another one. I might listen to this for the rest of my life." Then, like everything else, it slowly fades away. It slides down the rotation and then one day it is off the list. You might even get upset with yourself that you allowed yourself to ruin such a good thing. But alas, you enjoyed it just as you should have. The number of times you listened to it was exactly proportional to how much you loved it. Nothing is ruined, now at some future time and place you can reconnect with the album. You now have new insights and experiences that can enhance what that album is, what it is trying to say to you, where it takes you. Put on a record that, when the first notes are played, makes you say "I haven't heard this is for-fucking-ever. I loved this album."